This Life

Qingshi County, eighteenth birthday. Mortal Zhao Hui was found to have a rare spiritual root found in a century. The four major sects fell in love with him on the spot. But that night, two groups of people simultaneously focused on his leaky mud house. A group of people want to take his blood alive to make elixirs. A group of people wanted to peel off his soul refining weapon. Zhao Hui had no cultivation, no teacher, and only an old hatchet for chopping firewood. But before those evil cultivators fled for their lives, they turned back to stare at him and smiled—— "Root body." He didn't know what those two words meant. It was as if he was becoming more and more convinced that what was hidden in his body was more than just the Heavenly Spiritual Root. Everyone wanted to take something from him. Zhao Hui held the hatchet tightly. No matter who he was in his previous life, he is still alive in this life. To live, you have to choose your own path.