Starting from the Hard Labor of the Hehuan Sect, You Can Get a Glimpse of Immortality

In the corner of the courtyard, Wang Huai swallowed his last bite of cold hard cake. The original owner of this body is also named Wang Huai. He is sixteen years old, has low-grade miscellaneous spiritual roots, and is a hard worker at the bottom of the Hehuan Sect. He spends all day huddled in the depths of the dark mine, digging for spiritual minerals amidst scoldings and whip shadows. Last night, he was kicked in the chest by the steward and died of his injuries. At the moment when memories intertwined, the scenes on earth overlapped silently with the cruelty of the world of cultivation. The few contemptuous glances in the student union, Liu Ruyan's words "You should recognize yourself as a loser", and the spit on the steward's face at this moment, gradually merged into one. Wang Huai slowly wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth. The confusion in his eyes, belonging to a college student, gradually sank into the cold light. He lowered his head and looked at the thick calluses formed by years of hard work on his palms, and slowly closed his fingers. "The strong are respected..." He repeated silently, the smell of rust spreading between his teeth. In the distance, the fairy mountain at the inner gate of Hehuan Sect is shrouded in clouds and mist, and the clear sound of bells and cauldrons fills the sky. It's another world there. And his world will start over from this courtyard full of mottled ore, filled with dust and sweat. That night, Wang Huai held the old copper bell tightly and slowly raised his head under the shadow of the whip raised playfully by the supervisor's disciples. The dim light reflected a face that was very similar to Liu Ruyan. He grinned silently.