This is the best period, when spiritual energy is abundant and energy is rampant, human beings can cultivate immortality and attain Taoism, and countless geniuses strive for eternal life and freedom.
This is the worst time. The ancient gods have polluted the way of heaven, the whispers of the void are everywhere, and the cultivators are all deformed, practicing to escape death.
But this has nothing to do with Xie Yuan.
Xie Yuan, a wandering beggar who came from time to time, was adopted by a handsome and down-to-earth hunter and became an ordinary farmer.
Oh, except that there is a system in my mind that keeps bewitching the immortals.
Fourteen-year-old Xie Yuan cleans the wounds of his adoptive father Yan Qingci with a cold face. Yan Qingci was not afraid of a life-or-death fight, but under the cold eyes of his adopted son, he obediently promised not to take any more risks.
System: [Host, a hundred years for a mortal, are you really willing to waste your youth in a village?
Xie Yuan: [Exchange for the best wound medicine.
Sixteen-year-old Xie Yuan was pecked while feeding chickens, and blood oozed from his fingers.
System: [The mortal body is fragile. As long as you are willing to cultivate as an immortal, where will you get hurt?
Xie Yuan was indifferent to the ban system and frowned in pain. As expected, Yan Qingci painfully applied medicine to the wound that was about to heal.
Eighteen-year-old Xie Yuan went up the mountain to chop firewood and hunt in the forest. Yan Qingci mended clothes, cooked meals and waited for the guests to return.
System - The system was extracted from Xie Yuan's consciousness, made into a positioning ring and given to Yan Qingci.
However, there are always people who disturb Xie Yuan's peaceful life.
After the cultivator with the deformed tentacles ate a few mouthfuls of cabbage from the ground, tears burst down his face and he was willing to pass on the mental techniques he had cultivated throughout his life to Xie Yuan.
Xie Yuan: "I don't cultivate immortality."
A group of dark-skinned ugly men rushed into the fence, hugging the hen that did not lay eggs, and said that since the Phoenix True Bloodline recognized its owner, they were willing to use the strength of the entire clan to help Xie Yuan ascend.
Xie Yuan: "I don't cultivate immortality."
The weird and ugly tree man came to the courtyard and begged Xie Yuan to cut off the branches that were growing wildly. He was willing to teach Xie Yuan the magical method of one-step golden immortality.
Xie Yuan: "I don't cultivate immortality."
Everything in the world is so troublesome, noisy, and boring. Xie Yuan was annoyed and planned to move with Yan Qingci.
Unexpectedly, Yan Qingci, the adoptive father who had always been obedient to Xie Yuan, went against his will for the first time: "Now that evil spirits are raging, you are so talented and intelligent. Only by joining the Xuanmen sect can you not go astray."
Xie Yuan stared at Yan Qingci for a long time, then turned around and got the dream incense.
In his dream, Yan Qingci accepted the attitude of rejecting others and said with reluctance: "I am an abandoned disciple of Xuanmen with a bad reputation. If you still have a bright future and are entangled with me, it will hinder your reputation. Rumors are spreading throughout the cultivation world that I adopted you with evil intentions."
The man's eyebrows were as sharp as razor blades and his eyes were as cold as stars. He was as handsome as when we first saw him. Unknowingly, the sad grievance at the end of his eyes made someone's heart itch.
Yan Qingci saw his adopted son, who had been treating him coldly since he was sixteen, showing a rare smile.
Xie Yuan's eyes darkened: "Then I do have evil intentions?"
? ? ? ? The genius before attacking
Intention: My heart is free and unfettered by external things
