The Qualifications Are Too Poor. I Just Want to Live a Few More Years to Become an Immortal.

My name is Chen Ming, I have mixed spiritual roots with four attributes, and I am recognized as a waste in the world of immortality. On the first day I entered the Feiliu Sword Sect, the deacon looked at my qualifications, sighed, and asked, "Why do you want to become an immortal?" I said it was to protect one third of an acre of land. He said that one does not need to cultivate immortality to protect one-third of an acre of land. I said that to live a few more years. He was silent for a long time and said: "Then you have come to the right place. The world of immortality is best at making people live short lives." Me: "..." It doesn't matter. I have known since I was a child that spiritual roots are innate and abilities can be learned through practice. Geniuses compete for resources, opportunities, and cultivation speed. I make elixirs. Bigu Pill, Peiyuan Pill, Life-Sustaining Pill—all are rubbish pills that no one values. But I don't pick. Many years later, the geniuses fell to disaster. I'm still alive, that's enough. "What's the hurry? You can have a future only if you live." Rushing to be reincarnated! ! !