When he woke up, Chen Ping'an traveled to the magnificent world of cultivating immortals. He rubbed his hands together excitedly, preparing for his Long Aotian script. Then, at the sect spiritual root testing conference, the deacon elder announced expressionlessly: "Chen Ping'an, the five-element pseudo-spiritual root, is the lowest among the lowest." The whole place was silent, and then burst into laughter. Chen Ping'an: "..." Okay, Long Aotian's script will be deleted and replaced with someone who can lie down and retire. As the bottom of the sect's contempt chain, he was "assigned" to guard the indifferent spiritual beast garden. The environment here is poor, there is a lot of work, and there is no money or water. But Chen Pingan found that he seemed to be... Particularly good at this job? Other spirits are sick, but the chickens he raises can crow to ward off evil spirits, and the eggs they lay can be compared to elixirs. The other family's spiritual carp is dead, but the fish he raises can spit out spiritual springs and purify the water and soil. Another crane is aloof and arrogant, but the cranes he raises will do exercises in line and work part-time as sect couriers. At first, his fellow disciples sneered at him: "What kind of future can a livestock farmer have?" Later - the inner sect senior fellow with great eyesight and unrivaled talent wandered in front of his door with a food box every day: "Junior brother Chen, do you think I can give this century-old red fruit to your family's chasing chicken to try?" The most beautiful woman in the sect, who was as cold as the moon and did not eat the fireworks of the world, handed over a bottle of elixir with red cheeks: "Junior Brother Ping An... I, I am not bribing you, but I feel that your iron-eating beast cub seems to be a bit picky recently..." Even the Supreme Elder, who had been in seclusion for hundreds of years and was determined to ascend, broke out and blocked his door with a blowing beard and glare: "Boy!
