From an Ordinary Person to a Cultivator

Mortals cultivate immortality and pass on to Qingyang City, on the gravel cliff behind the Lin family. Lin Chen clutched the cracked, low-quality Qi-entraining Pill. The spiritual energy in his meridians was scattered, and his Dantian was like a dry riverbed. His peers in the clan had already reached the third level of Qi refining, but he was the only one who still failed to draw Qi at the age of fifteen, and was regarded as a once-in-a-century waste of spiritual roots. Cousin Lin Hao led a group of disciples to crush the weeds on the cliff and sneered: "Innate with mixed spiritual roots, you will never be able to embark on the path of immortality in this life. Get out of the Lin family as soon as possible, don't embarrass us." Before the words of humiliation were finished, the ancestral black jade pendant on Lin Chen's chest suddenly became hot, and an ancient clear stream rushed into the dead Dantian, and the dust-covered Supreme Immortal Bones slowly came to life.