Lin Luo was transmigrated into the body of a baby and found in a pile of straw by Uncle Jiu. He spent ten years at the funeral parlor practicing horse stance, carrying stone locks, and memorizing incantations, yet he still hadn't even crossed the threshold of Taoist arts. As the night wind rattled the window, he had just finished eating a wife cake and downing some iced tea. Staring at his hands, now covered in calluses, he could only sigh. A System notification popped up: Sign-in successful. Reward: the complete text of Maoshan Basics of Taoist Arts. Lin Luo gripped the pages, still warm to the touch. "Uncle Jiu, when Master Ren invites you for Western tea, I'll go with you." In the distance, Wencai rolled over and landed on his bed with a dull thud.
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