One Man, One Cat, and a Hundred Years Before Entering the Immortal Sect

[Mortal’s Journey] [No System] [Cultivation in Old Age] [Decisive and Ruthless] On his hundredth birthday, the village head smashed Lu Henian’s head with the wooden staff meant as a birthday gift. “Admit to this illicit affair and hand over the medicinal fields by the river.” He had treated a widow’s son for a high fever, yet nearly got drowned by the villagers in a pond. Disciples from an immortal sect arrived and discovered that he possessed a lightning spirit root. They took him up the mountain. But the sect would only give him a key to a barren valley. His meridians had withered, and cultivating a hundred-year-old man was too costly. Lu Henian repaired the shabby house, rescued a black cat with a torn ear, and dug a rusty cauldron out of an abandoned stove. Water poured into the cauldron became spirit spring water overnight; ordinary medicinal herbs placed inside gained greater potency. But this good fortune could cure his old ailments, not necessarily protect him from those who coveted the spring. Only when the elder of the alchemy hall offered him a life-extending deal did Lu Henian learn that the man wanted to use his lightning spirit root to refine pills. By then, Lu Henian had already dug a channel to bring water into the barren valley.