Eight-Aperture Odd-Job Disciple: I Cultivate to Immortality with a Broken Bowl

[No System + Mortal Cultivation + Extremely Cautious Protagonist + Slow-Burn Progression] The immortal master tests spiritual aptitude. Only those with nine or more apertures can join the sect. Lin Yuan tested at just eight. His patched hemp clothes and straw sandals barely covered his toes. In his hand, he clutched half a bran cake his younger sister had given him. Five years ago, a fake immortal took his father away, and he never came back. Everyone thought Lin Yuan was worthless, unfit even to work as a menial servant. No one knew he'd dug a battered, ashen stone bowl from beneath a blood banyan tree. Put cold spring water in, and an hour later it became spiritual water. Put in scraps of spoiled pills, and by morning they became body-tempering pills. Put in coarse rice and grains, and they turned into spiritual rice in an instant. Toss in Solomon's seal and wild ginseng dug from the mountain, and they simmered into a miraculous medicinal paste. Inanimate things went in, spiritual treasures came out. The bowl accepted anything. He hid it in a secret compartment beneath the stove. By day, he chopped wood and hauled supplies, pretending to be a good-for-nothing with only three levels of Qi and Blood. At night, he bolted the bamboo gate and turned one piece of junk after another into cultivation resources. He reached the ninth level of Qi and Blood and mastered the Mountain-Shifting Force, all without anyone suspecting a thing. Four of the men who started as servants alongside him died, and two were transferred away. He endured long enough to become a three-year veteran. When He Chong whipped him, he bowed his head and took it. When Qian Duoduo rifled through his belongings, he smiled and played dumb, then turned around and used someone else to get him sent to the spirit mine. He kept a careful account of every slight. Anyone who dared discover the secret of that bowl would die. His next target: the spoiled-pill storeroom...