A Hundred-Year-Old Old Man, Who Asked You to Pretend to Be an Immortal?

"A hundred years old and still in the Qi refining stage, why doesn't this old loser die?" Faced with such ridicule, Lin Mo was not only not angry, but also laughed even more wilted. He sweeps the garbage and clears out the medicine residue as usual every day, and lives a more low-key life than anyone else. But in private, he made spiritual liquid from the waste elixir residue and drank the forbidden curse "Spring comes out of dead wood" as a tonic. When the elders of the sect sealed the alchemy hall and investigated the theft of the Blood Dragon's Birthday Grass, everyone thought it was the steward Zhou Xian who did it. Only Lin Mo knew that he had personally stuffed the two stolen plants under Zhou Xian's bed. "I'm just a sweeper. I don't know anything." He smiled like a hundred-year-old child.