From a Palm-Sized Immortal Furnace to Immortal Venerable

Wei Qing possesses a worthless Five Elements spiritual root. With scant immortal affinity, he is taken in by a sect as a menial disciple and spends every day surrounded by discarded pills and medicinal dregs. Can he barely advance in Qi Refinement? Is there no hope of establishing his foundation in this lifetime? Yet with the [Immortal Furnace in His Palm], Wei Qing manages to seize a sliver of profound opportunity. He extracts the residual power from discarded pills and medicinal dregs, storing it within the immortal furnace in his palm, and, given enough time, refines complete supreme-grade pills. The path is lonely and progress is slow, but its greatest virtue is stability. There is no need to compete with anyone, nor any need to reveal his edge. He treats the pill-disposal room as his place of cultivation, patience as the fire, and time as the fuel, transforming the refuse discarded by countless people, drop by drop, into the nourishment for his own cultivation. For years, he remains as unnoticed as the day he began. The sect tournament, the opening of secret realms, clashes between prodigies? All such excitement seems to have nothing to do with him. Flowing water does not compete to be first. What matters is that it keeps flowing without end. He only waits for the years to pass, for the countless competitors to decay, while only Immortal Venerable Wei Qing stands tall between heaven and earth.