Taming Beasts and Cultivating Immortals: One Hard Work, Ten Gains

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You've already become an immortal, so what kind of beast do you have to control? You always write some weird books, but I've never seen one that can be completed.

After reading Golden Chapter 3, Zhao Erhu is not dead, he slipped away...

Wow, new books are updated five times a day, it's amazing

Welcome to the new book by an old author.

Please update quickly. Updates are so slow recently.

The morning in Sanhe Town always starts with the crowing of roosters. Zhang Fugui rubbed his sleepy eyes and got up from the bed made of straw. The thatch on the roof was sparse, and a few rays of morning light shone through the gaps on his thin face. "Fugui, it's time to collect firewood." The mother's voice came from outside the house, accompanied by the clanging of pots and pans. "I know, mother." Zhang Fugui responded and put on the coarse cloth clothes with patches on top of each other. The clothes had been worn for three years, and the cuffs and collar were white with wear, but he had no choice. Pushing open the creaking wooden door, Zhang Fugui picked up the badly worn hatchet in the corner. In the yard, my mother was cooking on a simple stove made of several stones. There were only a few pieces of wild vegetables tumbling in the boiling water in the pot, and not even a grain of rice could be seen. "I'm going to the forest to the east today. I heard there's a lot of firewood there." Mother said without raising her head, her hands moving constantly, "Be careful and don't go too deep." Zhang Fugui nodded and went out with the worn bamboo basket on his back. There were already many pedestrians on the streets of Sanhe Town. When they saw him approaching, they all avoided him, as if he had some bad luck with him. "Look, it's the poor guy from the Zhang family." A young man wearing silk clothes pointed at Zhang Fugui and said to his companions. "I heard that when his father died, he couldn't even afford a coffin, so he buried it with a straw mat." Another young man echoed, his voice deliberately raised high. Zhang Fugui lowered his head and quickened his pace, his ears burning red. He was used to these taunts, but every time he heard them, his heart still hurt like needles. He was only eight years old when his father died. What he remembered most clearly was his mother's eyes red from crying and the fierce faces of his creditors. After leaving the town, Zhang Fugui walked along the familiar path to the mountains and forests to the east. The early summer sun was already very harsh, shining on his dark skin. The sixteen-year-old boy should have been full of vigor, but his thin body and slightly stooped back made him look much older than his actual age. After entering the forest, Zhang Fugui skillfully looked for dry branches. These firewood can be sold for two cents when carried to the town, which is enough to buy a small handful of coarse salt. If you can find some wild fruits or mushrooms, maybe exchange it for half a liter of brown rice. A crisp sound of "click" came from deep in the forest, and Zhang Fugui raised his head alertly. The sound didn't sound like the wind blowing the branches, but like the sound of some kind of animal trampling on the branches. Driven by curiosity, Zhang Fugui walked quietly towards the source of the sound. Pushing aside a bush, he was surprised to find a snow-white little fox curled up under a big tree. His hind legs seemed to be injured, and his snow-white hair was stained with blood. When the little fox saw Zhang Fugui, he immediately bared his teeth and let out a threatening growl, but his eyes showed more fear. "Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." Zhang Fugui said softly, slowly squatting down. Strangely, he felt like he could understand the little animal's emotions, as if he could understand its silent language. Zhang Fugui took out a piece of coarse grain cake that his mother had brought him in the morning - this was his dry food for the day. He broke off a small piece and gently threw it towards the little fox. "Eat, you are injured and need strength." The little fox sniffed the piece of cake warily, and finally couldn't resist his hunger and ate it carefully. Zhang Fugui took the opportunity to slowly approach it and check its injuries. There was a deep wound on the hind leg, as if it had been scratched by some wild animal. "I have to bandage it for you." Zhang Fugui tore off a relatively clean strip of cloth from his clothes, and found several hemostatic herbs he knew from the ground, chewed them up, applied them to the wound, and then wrapped it with the strip of cloth. During the whole process, the little fox was surprisingly cooperative. Even after he finished bandaging, he gently licked the back of his hand as if to express his gratitude. "Wait for me here. I will take you home to recover after I collect the firewood." Zhang Fugui touched the little fox's head and turned to complete his work. In the evening, Zhang Fugui returned to town carrying a basket full of firewood and holding the little white fox in his arms. When passing by the market, several wealthy children from the town blocked his way. "Hey, a poor man is raising a pet?" The leader of the Zhao family, the young master, sneered, "You can't even support yourself, and you still want to raise a fox?" Zhang Fugui hugged the little fox tightly, lowered his head and wanted to go around, but was pushed by another boy. "I heard that fox meat is very delicious. Why don't you give us a toothpaste as a sacrifice?" The young man stretched out his hand to grab it. The little fox suddenly bared its teeth and made a sharp cry, and a strange light flashed in its eyes. The teenagers took a few steps back at the same time for some unknown reason, with horrified expressions on their faces. "Monster... Monster!" The young master of the Zhao family stammered, turned around and ran away, and the others also fled in a hurry. Zhang Fugui looked at the little fox in his arms in surprise. It had returned to its docile appearance and rubbed his arm affectionately. He vaguely felt that this little fox was something special. Back home, her mother frowned when she saw the little fox, but after hearing that it was injured, she still acquiesced to Zhang Fugui to keep it. "There is not much food at home, so it is not easy to raise it." The mother sighed. "I will work more and collect more firewood." Zhang Fugui promised, gently stroking the soft fur of the little fox. In the following days, Zhang Fugui went out early and came back late every day. In addition to collecting firewood, he also helped people carry water and clean the yard to earn a few more copper coins. The little fox healed quickly from his injuries and was surprisingly understanding of human nature. He could even understand simple instructions. In the evening a month later, Zhang Fugui was chopping firewood in the yard when a middle-aged man in a green robe suddenly appeared in front of his house. He was very popular and had a shiny jade pendant hanging around his waist. At first glance, he was no ordinary person. "This little brother, can you ask for a bowl of water?" The man asked kindly. Zhang Fugui quickly put down his axe, went into the room and poured a bowl of water out. When the man took the water bowl, his eyes fell on the little fox lying in the corner, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. "Did you raise this spirit fox?" "Spirit fox?" Zhang Fugui was stunned, "I picked it up in the woods and was injured at the time." The man approached the little fox and looked at it carefully. After a while, he nodded and said: "It is indeed a young spirit fox. Although the blood is not pure, it has spirituality." He turned to Zhang Fugui, "The fact that you can tame it shows that you have the talent to control beasts." Zhang Fugui was confused after hearing this and could only stand blankly. At this time, the mother came out of the house and saw the stranger asking warily: "This gentleman is..." "I am Li Qingyun, a monk of the Qingyun Mountain Beast Taming Sect." The man bowed his hands and saluted, "I passed by here and found that my son has a talent for beast manipulation, so I came here to see him." The mother covered her mouth in surprise. In folklore, beast-controlling immortals are immortal figures who can control wild beasts and control wind and rain. I didn't expect that they would appear in front of my door. Li Qingyun continued: "I think your son has a good talent. If you are willing, you can follow me to the mountain to practice. After ten years, you will have achieved success and you will be able to shine." Zhang Fugui and his mother looked at each other. This is an opportunity to change your destiny, but it means leaving home for ten years. "Mother..." Zhang Fugui looked at his mother hesitantly. There were tears in the mother's eyes, but she said firmly: "Go, this is your destiny. Mom can do it alone." In this way, Zhang Fugui packed his simple luggage, followed Li Qingyun and left Sanhe Town with the little fox in his arms. Before leaving, he looked back at the dilapidated hut where he had lived for sixteen years and his mother standing at the door wiping tears, with mixed feelings in his heart. Ten years have passed by like a fleeting moment. At the market in Sanhe Town, people were busy as usual. Suddenly, a strange beast roar came from a distance. Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at the source of the sound. I saw a huge, snow-white spirit fox coming through the air, with a young man in a white robe sitting on its back. The spirit fox's eyes sparkled with wisdom, and with every step he took, a faint cloud would appear under his feet. "That's... The beast-controlling immortal?" Someone exclaimed. The spirit fox landed lightly in the middle of the market, and the man on its back turned over. He has a handsome face and extraordinary bearing, and around his waist hangs a jade plaque engraved with an animal-shaped pattern. "Excuse me, how to get to the Zhang family?" The man asked, his voice gentle but with a dignity that could not be ignored. In the crowd, an old man looked at the man carefully, and suddenly his eyes widened: "You... Are you Zhang Fugui?" The man smiled slightly: "Exactly." The whole market exploded in an instant. Zhang Fugui, who was extremely poor ten years ago, has now become an immortal who can control spiritual beasts! The news quickly spread throughout Sanhe Town. The young master of the Zhao family who once laughed at Zhang Fugui is now the head of the Zhao family. After hearing the news, he immediately rushed to the Zhang family's shabby courtyard with generous gifts. The courtyard was crowded with townspeople who came to fawn over, and Zhang Fugui was supporting his elderly mother to sit on a stone bench in the courtyard, with the spirit fox lying meekly beside him. "Zhang... Immortal Master Zhang," the head of the Zhao family was sweating on his forehead, and he saluted respectfully, "In those days, the villain could not see Mount Tai, and he was often offended..." Zhang Fugui waved his hand to interrupt him: "There is no need to mention the past." His voice was calm, without resentment or pride, as if he was just stating a simple fact. The mayor personally brought brand-new furniture and daily necessities, saying that he would give Mrs. Zhang a bigger house. Neighbors who once looked down on the Zhang family rushed to send all kinds of gifts for fear of falling behind. In the small courtyard, Zhang Fugui looked at the scene in front of him and was filled with emotions. He gently stroked Linghu's head and whispered: "Xiaobai, you see, the same people, the same place, just because we have the power, their attitude has completely changed." Linghu rubbed his hand, with a look of understanding in his eyes. Zhang Fugui raised his head and looked at the rolling green hills in the distance, where his school and future lay. He knew that the true path of spiritual practice had just begun, and these worldly views and evaluations were just the scenery on the road.

Aren't you handsome?

Handsome or not?

Battle scene

Combat status

How come Zhao Erhu was killed by Yin Jianhui? I thought he would be killed by the protagonist

Come on and update, it seems quite interesting.

The speed of cultivation improvement can be faster

The male protagonist has no spiritual roots, so how does he recover his spiritual energy? And how do you absorb the spiritual energy you get from the feedback?

Write less dialogue. I only wrote two chapters of dialogue in one battle. It doesn't look good.

This book is really about killing decisively. It is recommended for readers who like decisive killing.

Anyway, at least I know that I have finished the book.