I Am Searching for Immortality in Cangyuan

The way of heaven is lacking, spiritual energy is exhausted, and in the Cangyuan Realm after the war between immortals and demons, it has never been so difficult to cultivate immortality. Lin Mo knew what he was - a fourth-line pseudo-spiritual root, a joke in the world of immortality, and a waste that could not even be touched in the middle stage of Qi refining. But he also knew another thing: most of the "geniuses" who laughed at him were dead. A young man who was collecting herbs in the mountains accidentally stepped into a deadly battle between two casual cultivators. When the smoke cleared, he bent down and took away a broken book of exercises, a few broken spiritual stones, and an old copper stove that looked unattractive and didn't even bother to deal with the identifying charms from the two corpses. No one told him what this stove meant. He just discovered that if he threw in the useless elixir that would cause him to go crazy after eating it, what would come out would be a top-quality elixir worth ten times the value. The wilted ten-year-old spiritual grass was stuffed in, and what came out was a century-old rare medicinal material. Lin Mo stared at the copper stove in silence for a long time, then put it in his arms and left the mountain without looking back. He doesn't want to dominate the world, he doesn't want to marry a fairy, and he doesn't want to become a child of luck. He just wants to live to be a hundred years old. In this world where the Nascent Soul Ancestor can flatten a city with one palm and mortal life is as insignificant as a piece of grass, a mortal boy with mediocre qualifications, full of scheming and an old copper stove, begins his long and cautious journey of survival. The sect plotted against him, but he was more tolerant than the sect. When genius suppresses him, he can endure it better than genius. There is no earth-shattering spiritual root, no ancient inheritance, no chance encounter with immortality—— Some are just one heart, one mind, and the creed engraved in the bones: "The living ones are the geniuses."