Mortal Cultivation Plan

In the Qinghe City cultivation circle... Ah no, in the role-playing circle, the "Yunxiao Mountain Taoist Friends Group" is a god-like existence. Their props are so realistic that they are so realistic that the flying sword can hang in the air for half a minute, the alchemy furnace can really emit strange fragrance and green smoke, and the cinnabar lines on the talisman can make you dizzy just by looking at it. Their dialogue skills are profound, they never laugh, and they talk about "fellow Taoist", "cause and effect", and "golden elixir avenue", as if they are old artists who have stepped out of fairy tales. What's more - they have money. The party is always held in the most expensive private room of the teahouse, and the "costume" materials you wear are worth a lot at first glance. Occasionally, if you damage the park lawn while "practicing formations", an unknown company will pay double compensation the next day. Zhou Ling, a rising star in the circle, is a hard-working senior in high school. He was introduced to this "high-end RP (role-playing) community" because he "picked up" an "old artist" who was unconscious in an alley one rainy night, covered in blood but with intact costumes, and kindly called an ambulance for him. Zhou Ling felt that this group of rich and idle uncles, aunts, grandparents, were quite nice people, but they were too involved in the drama and were a bit middle-class. Until one day, "Elder Mo" who brought him into the group looked solemnly and found Zhou Ling, who was studying for the three-year simulation of the five-year college entrance examination. . . . . .