I Have Been Cultivating Immortality for 3,000 Years and I Haven't Left Novice Village Yet.

Lu Chen squatted in the forbidden area and weaved bamboo baskets for three thousand years. My cultivation level has not improved, I am still in the Qi training period. Foundation building? Golden elixir? Nascent Soul? Doesn't exist. He would weave bamboo baskets every day, weave and dismantle them, and weave them again and again. Until one day, he sneezed. More than a hundred demon cultivators in the sky fell down. The leading one is embedded in the mountain wall and cannot be dug out. The entire sect went crazy - who is this old handyman? Lu Chen himself was quite embarrassed: "I haven't sneezed in three thousand years, so I'm so excited." The boss told him: Want to go out? OK. By bringing Taixu Sect to become the number one sect in the world, the restraints on his feet were loosened. Lu Chen glanced at the golden ring on his ankle that had locked him for three thousand years. "Okay. Come on then." Someone asked him how high his cultivation level was. He thought for a while: "The Qi training period. It means practicing for a long time - nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine levels." "…There are nine levels in total during the Qi training period. "I know. "