No Way to Reach Immortality

Xuantian Sect monopolized spiritual roots, and martial arts became a laughing stock. Mortals without spiritual roots will be trapped in the four realms throughout their lives, working as cattle and horses for immortal cultivators. They are not even allowed to erect monuments after their death. When Hoshino was six years old, he got lost in the back mountains and met a lame old man. The old man put a ball of fire into his bones, burning him so hard that he fainted on the spot. When he woke up again, the old man was gone and there was only a shallow pit on the ground. When he was eight years old, he picked up a cub. It was smaller than a cat, its fur was gray-green, half of its ears were missing, and there was a wound on its belly. It will spit out sparks when it sneezes. It is a strange beast with a wood attribute, but it is filled with fire. When two losers get together, neither one thinks the other will die first. "Wood-attributed spiritual beasts cannot be fed by warriors like us," his father said. "I know." Hoshino hugged the cub tighter, "But I want to try." The fire in my bones kept burning. Sometimes he would wake up in pain in the middle of the night, biting the corners of his quilt to keep quiet, for fear of waking his parents. The cub curled up next to his pillow, nuzzling his wrist. There was a red ring there, like a brand. He didn't know how long the fire would last. I don't know who the old man is and why he was chosen. There is no telling how long the cub will live, or how long he will survive. All he knew was that the grass on the back hill would stand upright the next day after it was trampled flat. He wanted to try it too.