Qing Geng Dao Lu

Li Qingshi is an orphan picked up by Li Laoshuan, a medicine farmer in Qingshi Town. His hands have been soaked in mud since he was able to hold a hoe. While other people's children went to the martial arts hall to temper their bodies, he cleared wasteland and planted herbs in the back mountains; while others joined the escort agency and traveled around, he squatted in front of the stove and figured out how to refine the wound medicine worth three pennies into the effect of ten pennies. In the world of warriors, strength is respected, and mortals with no bones or family background have no choice but to be trampled into the mud. Li Qingshi accepted his fate, but accepting his fate does not mean waiting for death. He planted the cheapest resurrecting grass, collected the most dangerous cliff medicine, made the cheapest stew, and broke every penny in half to spend. When he was twenty years old, he dug out a section of charred lightning-struck wood in his family's medicine field. There was a lotus seed hidden in the heart of the wood. It sprouted immediately after being put into the soil. It became a lotus in seven nights. Under the moonlight, the lotus leaf breathed, and the dewdrops lingered on the ground. For the first time, a crack in the mortal world was revealed to him. From then on, he continued to grow and sell medicines to support himself, while at the same time using the thin spiritual energy attracted by the alien lotus to wash his mortal body late at night. At the pinnacle of martial arts, above the Grand Master, he touched the invisible wall, exchanged all his wealth accumulated over twenty years for a incomplete letter of recommendation, stepped out of the mortal world, and entered the legendary Xiuxianfang City. No sect wanted him. Testing the spiritual root showed no trace; testing the bones revealed it was ordinary; checking the bloodline revealed it was mortal. He squatted under the wall of Fangshi and smiled, just like when he was selling medicine on the streets of Qingshi Town twenty years ago. If no one wants it, grow it yourself. He reclaimed wasteland, led spiritual springs, planted spiritual grass, learned to make elixirs, learn to draw talismans, and learn to refine weapons. While others were making breakthroughs in seclusion, he was pulling weeds in the fields; while others were seizing treasures in secret realms, he was setting up a stall in the market; while other sects were discussing Taoism, he was keeping the fire in front of the alchemy furnace. He is building a road that no one has traveled before