Wulinggen, a casual cultivator, being blocked in an alley to collect protection money - Lu Ming thought his life was over.
Until he picked up a gray stone bead.
There are fields, springs, and ponds in the beads, and the ponds will also make wishes: if you put in the ingredients, it will condense the elixir, and you will not be deceived, and there will be no credit.
From then on, there was a moving man in the city who made a fortune quietly.
Others relied on their sect to make alchemy, while he relied on feeding grass to make alchemy; others relied on talent to practice, but he relied on settling accounts to practice.
Ruffians looking for trouble? A shoulder pole was withdrawn. The black market wants to steal business? Kill someone with a borrowed knife, without spending any money. Ancient fragments, mysterious stone tablets, Kirigakure Mountain that opens every three hundred years - everyone is looking for the key.
Only the words in the missing corner on the edge of the pool know:
What he is guarding is not just a pond.
