My Longevity Can Be Recharged

Chen Sui traveled through time, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a mine, a whip, and a debt of thirty kilograms of spiritual sand. He also came with a panel with a line of small golden characters written on it—— [Shouyuan: three years and forty-seven days. Others practice immortality to become stronger, but he cultivates immortality just to stay alive. Spiritual sand can change lifespan, and time can deduce martial arts. As he explores the rules, a secret that has been suppressed for thousands of years with seven spiritual veins slowly reveals its fangs: Those with mixed spiritual roots are not abandoned by heaven, but eaten by dragons; his life, his spiritual roots, and even his face are all chess pieces placed on someone else's chessboard. There is a dragon locked deep in the mine, and next year will be the year of death. The creditor can no longer sit still, but he has not yet finished settling his accounts. The boat ticket that Uncle Mei paid for with his life, Xing'er knocking on the door in the middle of the night covered in mud, the Qingming Sect's mountain gate that opened wide after two years of awakening - Chen Sui spread it all under the oil lamp and spread it out into a balance sheet, with his life on the left and the debt owed to him by the entire world of immortality on the right. "One thousand kilograms of spiritual sand for one year?" He smiled, "Okay, I've done this deal."