With four spiritual roots, he was a handyman in the medicine garden at the lowest level of the sect. He was supposed to stick to the quota of three spiritual stones a year and live a mediocre life. Until that rainy night, a green marrow grass that shouldn't be glowing led to a fire under the ground.
From then on, a mortal body dared to ask about immortality. It's just that this road to eternal life is full of pitfalls every step of the way, and the pitfalls are fatal.
