Mortal Lin Jue

Mortal Cultivation: Starting from the Woodcutter I am a woodcutter, I work at sunrise and rest at sunset. Until that day, I was chopping firewood in the mountains and picked up a luminous stone. The old scholar in the village said it was a fairy fate and advised me to throw it away to avoid getting into trouble. I didn't listen, and made a wish on the stone at night: "If it can save me from hunger and cold, I will pay any price." The stone suddenly cracked, and a golden light penetrated my eyebrows. The next day, I discovered that I could read other people's minds. What's even more terrifying is that I heard the mountain god whisper: "The third one... Is finally here..."