Immortal Cultivation: Starting from a Mortal

Come on, let's preach together! Welcome to put it back on the bookshelf. We will go a long way slowly and we need each other's support! 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

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A bit classic, right? The master wants to seize the body, this routine is a bit vulgar, I'll be honest.

Okay, support, support, support, come on!

Pursuing reading is like ten thousand years of spiritual milk, helping me to continuously break through the word limit and update, recommended votes are like wind and thunder wings, wishing me a smooth journey and updating all the way, collecting is like a bottle in the palm of my hand, wishing me to mature and explode my literary talent. I also hope fellow Taoists will support you🙏🙏🙏

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It's so exciting, it's the type of traditional immortality I like. Taoist friends, remember to update! 🪖

Well written, keep it up! 👍

Can you read my novel?

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I didn't sign a contract to write "Zong Cultivation to Immortality, Starting with Upgrading the Spiritual Field", and I will wait until it reaches one million words. Follow each other and comment!

Dear writer, your new book is very good. I have joined the new book investment group. Please update~

Haven't signed yet? The writing is okay, but the beginning is a bit bland

A hundred years of life is like a bottle of wine, and the mayfly licks the cup to make one's heart happy. The age of immortality is like a cage, even if it lasts for a thousand years, it will be difficult to endure. It is not as good as a few drunkards, hanging pots outside the curtains, drinking heavily in the restaurant, the world is filled with the smell of wine, and sleeping together on the steps of the wine cellar. However, the desire to seek the truth is as strong as strong wine. Even if you lie drunk on the street, you still have to knock on the immortal pass with your eyes dim. It's just because I realized in the past years that things in the world are like wine, and you know how mellow it is.

Is this a fanfic about mortals cultivating immortality?

Good guy, have you applied for independent contracting?