If You Don't Have Enough Cultivation, You Need to Use Science to Make up for It.

Wasteland home, desert Kunlun, I can't forget that afternoon, and the classmates, L and Z, who don't exist in other people's memories... In this parallel universe with infinite possibilities, if cultivation is not enough, science can help! In Ward No. 54 Of the Thirteen Mental Hospital, the vegetative man who had been sleeping for thirteen years opened his eyes, and the drunkard fell into a trance. The paint collapses into a black mass, the mathematics that depicts the world, the physics that understands the world, the chemistry that changes the world, the biology that perfects the world, the quantum that explores the universe... The drunkard was eating steamed buns, his hands were full of oil, and he stood on the street with a confused look on his face. "Drinky boy, you are in big trouble!" A one-eyed old Taoist wearing a wild robe with a turban, carrying a cloth bag on his shoulder, and a sail in his hand, with the name Wujiao Immortal written on it. The drunkard took a deep sip of the bun oil, turned around and asked, "What's the matter?" "I see that your bones are amazing. You must be a martial arts prodigy." I want to have one-third of an acre of land, how can I cultivate immortality?