I Am Practicing Law and Immortality in Yellow Maple Valley

After taking a foundation-building pill, Wu Feng was still trapped on the thirteenth level of Qi Refining. He was nearly forty years old, his meridians were injured, and he still owed more than a hundred spiritual stones. The only thing that this martial arts master praised by everyone in the Yellow Maple Valley is his limited study of low-level spells. Just at this time, Han Li held the Immortal Order and worshiped into the Yellow Maple Valley. One has a secret and is accustomed to hiding behind others; the other has ordinary qualifications and can only fight for a slim chance between sect rules and favors. Han Li pursued the path alone, while Wu Feng stayed in the valley to teach, practice formations, keep rosters, and compete for resources. They faced the same problem again and again - when opportunities are never enough, who should they leave them to? From a wooden ring in the Chuan Gong Pavilion to the death register outside the Bloody Forbidden Land; from the low-level battle formation when the demon invaded, to the long years after the Yellow Maple Valley lost the protection of the Nascent Soul. Wu Feng didn't have a vial, didn't know the future, and was never the first person chosen by the sect. All he could rely on were the ordinary spells that were despised by countless monks, and a step that he had not stopped for more than three hundred years. This is the story of an ordinary martial arts disciple in Huang Maple Valley, who took the Ten Thousand Dharmas as a step and went from Qi refining to Nascent Soul.