Xuanxiang

When he was sixteen years old, Lin Feng's father died of illness in a leaky adobe house. Before he died, the old man told him: You are not my biological child, you are an abandoned baby picked up at the foot of Cangyun Mountain. The only way out was gone. In order to survive, Lin Feng stepped into Xuanyun Taoist Temple alone. With the lowest qualifications, he was assigned to the overgrown Qingzhu Peak, and even the most basic pills were deducted. When his classmates laughed at him or his bosses bullied him, he never fought back. He just smashed rocks into pieces in the back hill every night. He is not a coward, he is a coward. If you can hide, hide, hide if you can, run if you can't fight, and hide if you can't run. Making a fortune in silence is the only way for mortals to survive in cultivating immortality. After fifty years of qi training, he was still struggling at the ninth level of qi training at an age when others were building foundations. Every breakthrough is on the verge of the end of his life. His only spiritual support is Anyuan Town - in the worst case, he can go home and farm. But when he returned to his hometown for the third time, the town was in ruins and his father's grave was trampled by monsters. With no way out, he could only hold onto the chaos lotus seeds and say to the empty valley: Go forward, don't look back. From the lower world to the fairy world, from the divine world to the chaotic Yuan Realm, Lin Feng spent fifteen thousand years to complete a road that others could never complete in a lifetime. He has robbed secret realms, killed demons, swallowed dragon essence, and refined phoenix blood. He has built secret pavilions and destroyed divine palaces. He has met close friends in life and death, and watched them fall before his eyes. But he was never a hero. He's just a guy who wants to go home. Until one day, someone asked him: You are the Taoist ancestor, why are you still opening a tea stall here? He poured a bowl of tea and said: **"My peace of mind is in Xuanxiang."** This is the story of a wanderer looking for his hometown. Cultivation is just the shell, loneliness is the background.