When Asked About Cultivating Immortals, They All Said That I Have No Spiritual Roots.

In the winter of the year of Gengzi, the immortal touched my head and granted me immortality. But I don't want to live forever. I only want the talisman to be sold for five cents. —— My spiritual roots are so bad that even the spiritual stone has no response at all. My understanding is so high that it caused the head elders to have a meeting all night long. Ning Feng, an apothecary apprentice with a poor family, has extremely poor abilities and is a waste of spiritual practice. But he found that the immortals were high in the clouds, talking about being quiet and doing nothing, but they turned a blind eye to the mourning people at their feet. Ning Feng bowed down and said silently in his heart: I don't seek immortality or boundless magical power. I just hope that one day, talismans are like firewood, rice, oil and salt, available to everyone and accessible to everyone. I want to make this world—— Change to another room.