I Turned Cultivating into a Craft

Lu Xian has five spiritual roots. On the day of the entrance examination, his only recommendation letter had expired. The good news is that he found that the techniques and techniques he had actually learned, practiced, and used could steadily improve his proficiency. The bad news is that the only place where Qinghengzong is willing to take him is Baigongyuan, which is so poor that it is about to be demolished. While others were using swords to kill enemies, Lu Xian first used sword skills to move tables; while others were refining elixirs, he specialized in selling waste elixirs; while others were comprehending the mountain-protecting formation, he was busy checking who hadn't replenished the formation's spiritual stones this month. He originally wanted to make a living by relying on a craft and live a long life in peace. But with practice, the old sword came to life, the broken peaks stood up, and those who were judged to have no future also found their way. Later, Lu Xian looked up and found that the rules of the world of immortality that had been used for tens of thousands of years seemed to have come to be revised. Everyone: "Can this be repaired?" Lu Xian thought for a while: "Yes. But this is a big job and you need to add spiritual stones."