Immortal Grace Is Like Snow

There are immortals in the north, and their grace is like snow. When Wei Qiuxian was eight years old, the immortal master walked into the village in the snow and said that he had ice spiritual roots and was destined to be immortal, so he accepted him as his direct disciple. The whole village knelt down to express their gratitude, and the parents wept with joy. He was also kneeling, but he heard an old voice behind the immortal master saying: "This child's bones are clean and his soul is untainted. It is just right for me to be reborn ten years later." From that day on, he became the most inconspicuous disciple of the Xuan Bing Sect: timid, dull, and clumsy. No one knows that there is a lamp in his heart that can illuminate the dark threads in the exercises, the poison in the elixir, and the "shun" seal planted in the soul during morning sutra chanting. No one knows that the better the master treats him, the more he understands that the master is not raising a disciple, but a shell. At the age of eighteen, the Qi training has been completed. When the ten-year period is up, the master will come to take this shell. There is only one thing left for him to do: in ten years, he will develop himself into a shell that no one can swallow. Then, let the person who has raised him for ten years personally taste the taste of being unable to swallow it. Under Fentian's life-saving lamp, it's a fight to see who dies first.