Since I Have No Spiritual Roots, I Am Regarded as a Hermit Immortal by the Whole Sect.

Binding system, promising divine spiritual roots, supreme skills, unlocking time - thirty thousand years later. Feng Xingren, whose life span was only eighty years, became numb. With no choice but to rely on Qingwan's recommendation, he sneaked into Tianxuan Sect and became an outer disciple. I wanted to hang out for a few years, but if that didn't work, I would go home and inherit three thousand fertile fields and become a young master from a happy and wealthy family. Unexpectedly, when he casually told the truth, everyone went crazy thinking. "Senior, you hide your talent and use your mortal body to sharpen your Taoist heart!" "Without spiritual roots but with visions, you have already transcended the shackles of the world!" Feng Xing: Don't think too much, I'm just an ordinary person!