Start Cultivating Immortality from Being a Handyman in the Alchemy Room

He was thrown into the immortal gate from the pile of mortals. The spiritual stone was motionless, he had no spiritual roots, and no qualifications. His survival depended on others risking their lives to save him. Everyone said he was useless. By chance, ancient proverbs were engraved into his sea of ​​consciousness, and Bai Ze, who knew all things, fell asleep in his Dantian. Opportunities that the world cannot see through are waking up in his body inch by inch. He fled to Qingyayuan and started working as a handyman chopping firewood. I found a tattered book with the cover changed from the market. After practicing, my five senses became clear and my spiritual thoughts increased secretly. He secretly ate waste elixirs in the alchemy room and carried the erysipelas poison for three months, eating the first ray of spiritual power in his body. Without anyone to teach him, he just took notes by himself, including the ratio of medicinal materials, the appropriateness of the heat, and the timing of condensation of elixirs. While others were still memorizing formulas, he could already refine the entire furnace of low-level elixirs into a cleaner solution than the old master. There is only one step left to condense the elixir. The moment his spiritual power is injected into the alchemy furnace, everyone will know who this handyman who was sentenced to death by the world of immortality is.