In the endless vast mountains, there are hundreds of large and small cultivation sects, and Xuantian Villa is one of the large and powerful sects. Although there are only a few thousand people in Xuantian Branch, it occupies a territory of tens of thousands of miles around. Here, everything belongs to them. They are the well-deserved masters of this place. Any cultivator who dares to act wild here will be killed without mercy. The reputation of Xuantian Branch is built on the corpses of countless foreign cultivators.
At dusk that day, when most of the cultivators in Xuantian Branch went to have dinner or practice. A young Taoist in his 16s and 17s suddenly appeared in various branches. This young Taoist was slightly fat, wearing a dirty green Taoist robe. Although he had a bit of delicateness between his eyebrows, his pair of wretched little eyes completely destroyed the immortal temperament he tried hard to create, making him look like a cultivator at all, but like a playboy who was unlearned and unskilled. In addition, he has a very uncomfortable name, Song Zhong. It is homophonic with "songzhong", so everyone hates him. No one calls him by his real name, but Xiaopang.
Xiaopang's life story is very miserable. His parents were originally elite inner disciples of Qingyang Sect, but they died unexpectedly ten years ago. The indifference to human feelings in the cultivation sect is well-known. Without the protection of his parents, Song Zhong, whose talent is so amazing that he can be called "a peerless waste", has fallen from grace. From a child protected by his parents, he suddenly fell to a servant who is bullied by everyone.
Xiaopang, who has all five elements and is completely evenly distributed, has a name in the cultivation world, called almighty waste. Although he can practice any five-element spell, he can't practice anything well. He basically can't practice cultivation. Even if he barely uses spiritual medicine to nourish his cultivation, he has no possibility of becoming a master and can only wander at a low level for his whole life. In this case, no sect will waste precious cultivation resources on such a guy who will never become a talent.
If it weren't for his parents' slight consideration, Xiaopang would have been driven out of the mountain gate long ago, and left to fend for himself outside. Even now, Xiaopang's situation is not good. He is not even an outer disciple, and can only be a low-level servant who specializes in collecting garbage from various subordinate branches at dusk. However, although Xiaopang is always silly, he is actually a child with a very strong character. He has seen all kinds of people in the world in ten years, and he did not give up on himself, but chose to fight against the difficulties. Even though he knew that his talent was not good, he never gave up practicing. Every day, in addition to completing the garbage collection work assigned by the sect, he spent almost all his time on practicing, almost practicing for nearly ten hours a day. This level of diligence would make even those guys who claim to be crazy about practicing ashamed. After all, people are not statues. Sitting in meditation for more than eight hours every day, without entertainment, no one talking, just running the true qi with all your heart, that feeling is really enough to make a living person go crazy!
But Xiaopang insisted on it for ten years. He firmly believed that as long as he kept practicing hard, there would always be a day when he would trample those guys who bullied him under his feet. As the saying goes, God will not let down those who work hard. Finally, last night, Xiaopang successfully transformed the true qi in his body from acquired to innate, and became a veritable cultivator.
After mortals are born, they belong to the acquired. If they want to cultivate, they must remove the acquired turbid qi and transform it all into innate true qi. Only by entering this innate realm can they be qualified to practice the immortal family's skills. This is a threshold for whether they can cultivate. If you cross it, you are a cultivator, and if you can't cross it, you are a mortal!
However, in the face of such results, Xiaopang has nothing to be happy about except a bitter smile. Because talented cultivators all complete this step at around the age of 10. Some pure attribute geniuses with abnormal talents can even complete this step before the age of 5 with the help of strong family resources. In other words, Song Zhong practiced at least several years later than others.
You know, practicing is against the will of heaven, and the purpose is to compete with heaven for time. If you can't advance before your life span is exhausted, then only death awaits them. The time in the early stage of practice is even more precious, which directly affects future development. A cultivator like Song Zhong who has practiced so hard and barely stepped into the threshold at the age of 16 can basically be sentenced to death. Unless Xiaopang has some special opportunity, he will never be able to advance, and at most he will stop at the innate realm.
In fact, the reason why Xiaopang practiced so hard is because he really has such an opportunity. This opportunity comes from an unknown treasure left by his parents. According to Xiaopang's parents, the thing was obtained from an extremely ancient cultivation cave. Judging from the appearance of the cave, the owner of the cave must be very powerful. The things he left behind are probably not ordinary. It's a pity that Song Zhong's parents were sent out before they had time to study it, and then they never returned. This thing became the only item they left for Song Zhong.
Xiaopang's plan is to refine this treasure into a life-saving magic weapon immediately after practicing to the innate realm. If he is lucky, he may encounter a rare treasure and maybe it can really solve his problem. If not, then he can only give up the heart of practicing Taoism and wait for death slowly!
As the saying goes, people are refreshed when they encounter happy events. With such expectations, Xiaopang naturally works a lot more lightly. He first came to the practice hall of Xuantian Villa, which is a place specially provided for disciples to practice the use of talismans. There are many discarded talismans every day. The Taoist children here will collect these garbage after those elite disciples leave]
Go up to the page, Xiaopang's current job is to collect these garbage. Compared with the previous work of washing dishes and sweeping the floor, this job is much more tiring because the road is far.
There were two large baskets of discarded talismans. Song Zhong came to the hut behind the talisman training hall, skillfully placed the empty baskets he brought there, then carried the two large baskets full of garbage and walked out quickly.
The servant was not qualified to go through the front door, so Xiaopang could only go through the back door and gallop along the mountain road. After all, he had practiced for more than ten years. Although Xiaopang could not fly with a flying device, he could still take a few feet in one step. Years of training made his slightly fat body not affect his speed at all. The dozens of miles of mountain road were soon reached. Along the way, from time to time, monks flying over from the sky on swords could be seen. They also saw Xiaopang, but no one would pay attention to this servant.
Xiaopang felt good that these guys could fly over with their noses up. If they met boring guys, they might even sneer at them. And the more boring ones would use low-level magic to find some fun for Song Zhong. In the past ten years, Xiaopang has been soaked by water countless times, and his buttocks have been burned by fire, so he had to run naked for a long time, becoming the biggest joke among the servants. The most dangerous time was when a disciple who was looking for fun failed to control his magic. He wanted to use wind blade magic to cut off Xiaopang's hair, but he almost cut off Xiaopang's head. It was also from then on that Xiaopang changed his appearance and dressed as low-key as possible. He also deliberately chose to work when there were few people to avoid running into too many boring people.
The place where Xiaopang is now is called Tiangou, which is a bottomless abyss in the back mountain of Xuantian Villa. Normally, the garbage generated by Xuantian Villa is thrown here. Xuantian Villa has been established for thousands of years, and garbage has been thrown for thousands of years, but this Tiangou, which is hundreds of miles long, has not been filled.
However, when it was Xiaopang's turn to take over this job, there was a lot of garbage piled up below, and the highest garbage mountain was only a dozen feet away from the top of the ditch.
Xiaopang, who had something on his mind, had no mood to appreciate the huge amount of garbage in the gutter. He casually threw two large baskets of garbage down, and then hurried to the Alchemy Hall, where there were also two garbage baskets filled with discarded pills that failed to be refined.
After throwing away the garbage in the Alchemy Hall, Xiaopang had to go to the Refining Hall, where there were only two garbage baskets filled with things from failed refining and some furnace ash.
After throwing away the garbage in the three halls, Xiaopang's work for the day was over. He ran hundreds of miles in more than two hours. Even though he was a cultivator, he was exhausted and sweating all over.
After returning to his hut like a dead dog, Xiaopang didn't bother to wash up, and immediately began to meditate and regulate his breath.
Half an hour later, a crescent moon quietly climbed up the willow branches, and Xiaopang, who had finished regulating his breath, slowly opened his eyes. At this time, his physical and mental state was at its best. In addition, his residence was remote and no one had disturbed him for several years. It was a good time to refine exotic treasures.
Carefully opening a hidden mechanism at the head of the bed, Xiaopang took out a black bead the size of a walnut. This bead is round, neither gold nor jade, and it is made of unknown material. There is no pattern on it, and there is no spiritual benefit. If it were not found in the cave of ancient cultivation, Xiaopang's parents would not even look at it.
In fact, even Xiaopang himself doubted whether this thing was a rare treasure and whether it could be used to refine the natal magic weapon. You know, a person's natal magic weapon can only be refined once, even if you want to change it in the future. It can be said that the natal magic weapon directly determines the future development of a cultivator. Therefore, ordinary cultivators will carefully select a high-quality magic weapon and refine it into a natal magic weapon after they have cultivated to a certain level. If there is really no good magic weapon, then they would rather not refine it, and they will never refine something of unknown origin as a natal magic weapon.
However, for Xiaopang, he has no choice. This was the only magic weapon he could touch. If he didn't refine it, he would have no future and could only wait for death in mediocrity. If he refined it, although there would be some danger, there might be a glimmer of hope.
Xiaopang stroked the smooth black bead and said with a wry smile: "Bead, bead, don't let me down!"
After saying that, Xiaopang, who had already made up his mind to give it a try, immediately had a tense expression. He resolutely cut his wrist with his nails and dripped his life essence blood on the bead. Strangely enough, as soon as the essence blood touched the bead, it was immediately absorbed by it, as if it was not a bead, but a greedy monster.