My Useless Destiny Is Divine

Lu Ping'an died suddenly while working overtime. When he woke up, he found that he had traveled to the world of cultivating immortals and became the 327th servant of the Qinglan Sect. Everyone in this world has a destiny. Some people are in charge of killing and destroying all laws with one sword; some are in charge of alchemy and can determine the world with one furnace. Lu Ping'an's horoscope is [long life], yellow and low grade. Function: Live longer, don't get sick, and wounds heal faster. The deacon comforted him: "It's a good death..." He listened to these four words. The biggest regret in my previous life is that I didn't end well. From that day on, he chopped firewood, carried water, cleaned, and was occasionally used as cannon fodder - others died, but he lived. Being thrown into a forbidden area to explore the way - others die, he lives. He thought that as long as he hid it deeply enough, he could live to be a hundred years old. Until the sect was destroyed. He was the only one standing up in the ruins. A man who had lived for a long time looked at the ruins on the mountain, squatted down, and started moving bricks. (Cultivation of Taoism, destiny evolution, no system, no darkness, will kill everyone)