You're a Hundred-Year-Old Man, So Who Told You to Pretend to Be Young and Cultivate Immortality?

"You're a hundred years old and still in the Qi Refining stage. Why hasn't this useless old geezer died yet?"

Faced with such mockery, Lin Mo doesn't get angry. Instead, he smiles even more slyly.

Every day, he sweeps the trash and clears away medicinal dregs as usual, keeping a lower profile than anyone.

But in private, he refines discarded pill residue into spirit liquid and drinks the forbidden spell "Withered Wood Blooms Again" like a tonic.

When the sect elders seal off the Alchemy Hall to investigate the theft of Blood Dragon Birthgrass, everyone assumes the steward, Zhou Xian, is responsible.

Only Lin Mo knows that the two stolen plants they found were the ones he had personally stuffed beneath Zhou Xian's bed slats.

"I'm just a janitor. I don't know anything." He smiles like a hundred-year-old child.