In the boundless Boundless Mountains, there are several hundred large and small Cultivation Sects. The Xuantian Monastery is one of the large and powerful Cultivation Sects. Although the Xuantian Monastery only has a few thousand people, it occupies a territory of over ten thousand miles. Here, everything belongs to them. They are the fully deserving masters of this place. Any cultivator who dares to behave atrociously here will be mercilessly slaughtered. And the Xuantian Monastery's prestige is built on the corpses of countless foreign cultivators.
At dusk, when most of the cultivators in the Xuantian Monastery went to eat dinner or cultivate. A sixteen or seventeen year old Daoist Priest suddenly appeared in each of the branches. This little Daoist Priest's body is slightly fat, and he is covered in a dirty green Daoist robe. Although his eyebrows are somewhat delicate, his small wretched eyes completely destroy the immortal temperament he painstakingly created, making him look like an ignorant and incompetent hedonist instead of a cultivator. In addition, he also has a very uncomfortable name, Song Zhong. It is a homophone with the word 'death', so much so that everyone dislikes him. No one calls him by his real name, and they all call him Xiao Pang.
Xiao Pang's life experience is very miserable. His parents were originally elite disciples of the Azure Sun Sect, but ten years ago, they suddenly died in an accident. The cultivator sects were famous for their indifference towards human relationships. Without the protection of his parents, SongZhong, who was so talented that he could be called a 'peerless trash', had his status plummeted. From a child sheltered by his parents, he was reduced to a servant who was bullied by everyone.
Xiao Pang, who has all five elements and has a completely equal distribution, has a name in the Cultivation World: Omnipotent Trash. Although he can cultivate any of the five elements magic, he can't cultivate anything. Basically, he can't cultivate. Even if he forcibly uses spirit medicine to nourish his cultivation, there is no possibility of him becoming an expert. He can only linger in the lower levels for the rest of his life. Under these circumstances, no sect would waste precious cultivation resources on a person who would never become a talent.
If it weren't for his parents, Xiao Pang would have long been chased out of the sect and left to fend for himself outside. Even now, Xiao Pang's situation was not good. He was not even an outer disciple and could only be a low-level servant who did odd jobs. He was responsible for picking up the daily garbage from the various subordinate halls at dusk.
However, although Little Fatty was always silly, he was actually an extremely resolute child. In the past 10 years, he had seen all sorts of things in the world. Despite the fickleness of the world, he did not give up on himself. Instead, he chose to face the difficulties head-on. Even though he knew that his talent was not good enough, he had never given up on cultivating.
Every day, in addition to completing the task of picking up the garbage given by the sect, he spent almost all of his time on cultivating. He cultivated for almost twenty hours a day. This degree of diligence, even those who called themselves cultivation madmen would blush with shame. After all, people are not statues. Meditating for more than sixteen hours a day, without entertainment, without anyone to talk, just wholeheartedly operating true qi, this feeling is really enough to make a living person stupid!
However, Xiao Pang resolutely persevered for ten years. He firmly believed that as long as he continued to cultivate bitterly, there will be a day when he will trample those who bullied him under his feet. As the saying goes, the heavens reward those who persevere. Finally, last night, Xiao Pang successfully transformed his entire body's true qi from Houtian to Xiantian, becoming a true cultivator in name only.
After a mortal is born, they belong to Houtian. If they want to cultivate, they must remove the Houtian impure Qi and completely transform it into Xiantian true qi. Only by entering this Xiantian realm can one have the qualifications to cultivate immortal cultivation methods. This is a threshold to whether one can cultivate or not. Cross it and you are a cultivator. If you can't cross it, you are a mortal!
However, in the face of such a result, Xiao Pang could only smile bitterly. There was really nothing to be happy about. Because the talented cultivators usually completed this step when they were around 10 years old. Some abnormal pure attribute geniuses, with the help of rich family resources, can even complete this step before the age of five. In other words, Song Zhong is at least a few years later than others in cultivating.
One must know that cultivation is something that goes against the heavens. It is to fight against the heavens for time. If one cannot advance before the end of their lifespan, then what awaits them is only death. And the time in the early stages of cultivation is even more precious. It directly affects the future development. For a cultivator like Song Zhong who cultivated bitterly and barely stepped into the threshold at the age of sixteen, it can basically be sentenced to death. Unless Xiao Pang has some special opportunity, otherwise he will never be able to advance. At most, he will stop at the Xiantian realm.
In fact, the reason why Xiao Pang cultivated bitterly is because he really has such an opportunity. This opportunity came from an unknown treasure left behind by his parents. According to Xiao Pang's parents, that thing came from an extremely ancient cultivation cave. Looking at the appearance of the cave, the owner of the cave must be very strong. The thing he left behind is most likely not an ordinary thing. Unfortunately, Song Zhong's parents did not have time to study it before they were sent out and never returned. Thus, this item became the only thing they left for SongZhong.
Xiao Pang's plan is, after cultivating to the Xiantian realm, he will immediately refine this treasure into his life magic weapon. If he is lucky, he will come across a strange treasure. Maybe it can really solve his problem. If not, then he can only give up on cultivating and slowly wait for death!
As the saying goes, people are in good spirits. With such a hope, Xiao Pang's work is also naturally a lot lighter. He first went to the Xuantian Monastery's Talisman Training Hall. This is a place specially provided for the disciples to practice using charms. Every day, there are many discarded charms. The apprentices here will clean up the garbage after the elite disciples leave. Xiao Pang's current job is to clean up the garbage. Compared to the previous job of washing dishes and sweeping the floor, this job is much more tiring because it is far away.
There are two big baskets full of discarded charms. Song Zhong went to the small house behind the Talisman Training Hall and skillfully put the empty basket he brought there. Then he carried the two big baskets full of garbage and quickly walked out.
The servants are not qualified to go through the front door. Xiao Pang can only go through the back door, along the mountain road. After all, Xiao Pang is a person who has cultivated for more than ten years. Although he is still not able to fly, but he can still walk several feet in a step. Many years of training, his slightly fat body does not affect his speed. Dozens of miles of mountain road, he quickly arrived. Along the way, from time to time, he can see cultivators flying through the sky on their flying swords. They also saw Xiao Pang, but no one will pay attention to this servant.
Xiao Pang already feels good that these guys can fly with their noses in the sky. If they meet a bored guy, maybe they will even mock and ridicule him. As for those who were even more bored, they would use low-grade spells to entertain SongZhong. In the past ten years, Xiao Pang was drenched in water countless times. Once, someone burned his buttocks, so he had to run naked for half a day. He became the biggest joke among the servants. And the most dangerous time, a disciple who was looking for fun did not control his spells well. Originally, he wanted to use the Wind Blade Technique to cut off Xiao Pang's hair, but he almost cut off Xiao Pang's head. It was also from then on that Xiao Pang changed his appearance, and dressed as low-key as possible. He also deliberately chose to work when there were fewer people to avoid bumping into too many boring people.
The place Xiao Pang is now going to is called the Sky Ditch. It is a bottomless abyss in the back mountain of the Xuantian Monastery. Usually, the garbage produced by the Xuantian Monastery would be thrown here. The Xuantian Monastery has been established for thousands of years, and the garbage has been thrown here for thousands of years. However, the Sky Ditch, which is hundreds of miles long, has not been filled.
However, when it was Xiao Pang's turn to take over this job, the garbage below has already piled up a lot. The highest garbage mountain is only a few hundred feet away from the top of the ditch.
Xiao Pang, who has something on his mind, is not in the mood to appreciate the massive amount of garbage in the Sky Ditch. He casually threw down two large baskets of garbage and then hurried straight to the Alchemy Hall. There are also two garbage baskets there, which are filled with abandoned pills that have failed in refining.
After throwing away the garbage in the Alchemy Hall, Xiao Pang still has to go to the Weapon Refining Hall. There are only two garbage baskets there, which are filled with failed refining items and some furnace ashes.
After throwing away the garbage in the three halls, Xiao Pang's work for the day is also over. He used more than four hours to run hundreds of miles. Even though he is a cultivator, he is still tired and panting, and his whole body is covered in sweat.
After returning to the small house where he lives like a dead dog, Xiao Pang did not have time to wash up and immediately began to meditate and adjust his breathing.
Half an hour later, a crescent moon quietly climbed up the willow tree. After adjusting his breathing, Xiao Pang slowly opened his eyes. At this time, his body and mind are in the best state. In addition, his residence is remote, and no one has disturbed him for a few years. It is the best time to refine a rare treasure.
Carefully opening a hidden mechanism at the head of the bed, Xiao Pang took out a black bead the size of a walnut. This bead is perfectly round, and it is not made of gold or jade. It is unknown what it is made of. There are no patterns on it, and there is no spiritual energy. If it is not found in the cave of an ancient cultivator, Xiao Pang's parents would not even look at it.
In fact, even Xiao Pang himself doubts whether this thing is a rare treasure, and whether it can be used to refine a life source magic treasure. One must know that a person can only refine one life source magic treasure, and even if they want to change it in the future, it is impossible. It can be said that a life source magic treasure directly determines a cultivator's future development. Therefore, ordinary cultivators will only carefully choose a high-grade magic treasure after cultivating to a certain level and refine it into their life source magic treasure. If there is really no good magic treasure, then they would rather not refine it than refine something of unknown origin as their life source magic treasure.
However, for Xiao Pang, he has no choice. He can only come into contact with this one magic treasure. If he does not refine it, he will have no future and can only wait for death. And if he refines it, although there is a certain danger, there may be a glimmer of hope.
Xiao Pang stroked the sleek black bead and said with a bitter smile, "Bead, oh bead, don't let me down!"
After saying this, Xiao Pang, who has already made up his mind to fight, immediately tensed up. He resolutely used his fingernail to cut open his wrist and dripped his blood essence on the bead. It is strange to say that when the blood essence touched the bead, it was immediately absorbed, as if it is not a bead, but a gluttonous monster.
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