My Dad Cultivates Immortality: I Picked up the Inheritance of Cultivating Immortality in the Trash Can

That night when I went downstairs to throw away the garbage, I picked up a blue-green stone in the green belt. In the middle of the night, an old man with a white beard emerged from the stone and said that I had strange bones and wanted to teach me the techniques of cultivating immortals. I said wait a minute - my daughter's homework hasn't been checked yet, and my wife is waiting for me to pay the property fee.