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 Xuantian Villa has only a few thousand people in total, it occupies a territory of tens of thousands of miles around. Everything here belongs to them, and they are the well-deserved masters of this place. Any monk who dares to run wild here They will all be killed without mercy. The reputation of Xuantian Villa was built on the corpses of countless monks from other places.
At dusk that day, when most of the monks in Xuantian Villa went to have dinner or practice. A young Taoist priest who was sixteen or seventeen years old suddenly appeared in each branch. This little Taoist priest is slightly fat and wears a dirty blue robe. Although his eyebrows are somewhat delicate, his pair of wretched little eyes completely destroyed the fairy temperament he worked hard to create, making him look completely different. He doesn't look like a monk, but looks like an ignorant and ignorant playboy. In addition, he also has a very uncomfortable name called Song Zhong. It sounds homophonic to the word "send off", so that everyone hates him. No one calls him by his real name, and everyone calls him "Little Fatty".
Xiaopang's life experience was very miserable. His parents were originally elite disciples of the inner sect of the Qingyang Sect, but they died suddenly and unexpectedly ten years ago. The cultivation sect was famous for its indifference to human relationships. Without the protection of his parents, Song Zhong, whose talent was so amazing that he could be called a 'peerless loser', had his status plummeted. From a child who was protected by his parents, he suddenly fell into a little boy who was bullied by everyone.
Little Fatty, who has all five elements and is completely evenly distributed, is called an almighty waste in the world of cultivation. Although you can practice any Five Elements spell, you can't practice anything to become famous. Basically, you can't practice. Even if you barely nourish your practice with elixirs, there is no possibility of becoming a master. You can only linger in the low-level stage all your life. Under such circumstances, no sect would waste precious cultivation resources on a guy like this who would never become a talent.
If it weren't for his parents' kindness, Xiaopang would have been kicked 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 considered an outer disciple. He can only work as a low-level servant who specializes in collecting the garbage generated every day from various subordinate branches at dusk.
However, although Xiaopang is always silly, he is actually a child with an extremely resolute personality. In the past ten years, he has seen all kinds of things in the world, whether it is warm or cold, but he has not given up on himself because of this, but has chosen to face the difficulties. struggle on. Even though he knew that his talent was not good enough, he never gave up on training.
Every day, in addition to completing the work of collecting garbage assigned by the sect, he spends almost all his time on cultivation. He practices for nearly ten hours a day. With this level of diligence, even those who are known as cultivation madmen can only I'm afraid I'll be ashamed to hear it. People, after all, are not statues. They meditate for more than eight hours every day, with no entertainment and no one to talk to. They just circulate the Qi wholeheartedly. The feeling is such that even a living person would be stunned!
But Xiaopang resolutely persisted for ten years. He firmly believed that as long as he kept practicing hard, one day he would trample those who bullied him under his feet. The saying goes, God pays off. Finally, last night, Xiaopang successfully converted the energy in his body from acquired to innate, and became a veritable cultivator.
After mortals are born, they are all acquired. If you want to cultivate, you must remove the acquired turbidity and transform it into the innate true energy. Only by entering this innate realm can one be qualified to practice the Immortal Cultivation Techniques. This is the threshold for cultivation. If you can cross it, you are a monk; if you cannot cross it, you are a mortal!
However, facing such results, Xiaopang really had nothing to be happy about except a wry smile. Because talented cultivators usually complete this step 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 must know that cultivation is something that goes against heaven, in order to compete with heaven for time. If they cannot advance before their life span is exhausted, then only death awaits them. The time in the early stages of practice is even more precious and will directly affect future development. A cultivator like Song Zhong who practiced so hard and barely reached the threshold at the age of sixteen 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 was because he really had such an opportunity. This opportunity came from an unknown treasure left by his parents. According to Xiaopang's parents, that thing came from an extremely ancient cultivation cave. Judging from the appearance of the cave, the owner of the cave must be extremely powerful. The things he left behind were probably not ordinary. It's a pity that Song Zhong's parents were sent out before they had time to study it, and then never returned. This thing became the only thing they left to Song Zhong.
Xiaopang's plan is to refine this treasure into a life-saving magic weapon as soon as he reaches the innate realm. If he is lucky and encounters an exotic treasure, it might actually be able to solve his problems. If it doesn't work, then he can only give up his cultivation and wait for death!
It is said that people feel refreshed when happy events happen. With such expectations, Xiaopang naturally works much more easily. He first came to the Talisman Training Hall of Xuantian Villa. This is a place specially provided for disciples to practice using spells. There are many discarded spells every day. The Taoist boys here will dispose of these rubbish after the elite disciples leave. Pack it up, Xiaopang’s job now is to collect this garbage. Compared with the previous work of washing dishes and sweeping the floor, this job is much more tiring because of the long distance.
There were two large baskets of discarded talismans. Song Zhong came to the small room behind the talisman training hall, skillfully placed the empty baskets he brought there, then picked up the two large baskets filled with garbage and walked quickly to Go outside.
The boy was not qualified to go through the front door, so the fat boy could only go through the back door and gallop along the mountain road. After all, he has been practicing for more than ten years. Although Xiaopang can't fly with weapons yet, he can still measure several feet with one step. Years of training have made his slightly fat figure not affect his speed at all. The dozens of miles of mountain road soon arrived. Along the way, monks flying with swords from the sky could be seen from time to time. They also saw Little Fatty, but no one paid attention to this little boy.
If these guys can fly with their nostrils in the sky, Xiaopang already feels good. If he meets a boring guy, he might even sneer at them. The more boring ones will use low-level magic to give Song Zhong some fun. In the past ten years, Xiaopang has been soaked with water countless times, and his buttocks were burned so hard that he had to run naked for a long time, becoming the biggest joke among the boys. The most dangerous time was when a disciple who was looking for fun failed to control his spells well. He originally wanted to use the wind blade technique to cut off the little fat man's hair, but he almost cut off the little fat man's head. It was also from then on that Xiaopang changed his appearance, becoming more low-key and dressing up. I also deliberately choose to work when there are fewer people to avoid bumping into too many boring people.
The place where Little Fatty is now is called the gutter, which is a bottomless abyss in the back mountain of Xuantian Villa. Normally, the garbage generated by Xuantian Villa is thrown here. Xuantian Villa was established for thousands of years, and the garbage was still there for thousands of years, but it didn't fill up the gutter, which was hundreds of miles long.
However, when it was Xiaopang's turn to take over the job, a lot of garbage had accumulated below. The highest garbage mountain was only a dozen feet away from the top of the ditch.
The little fat man who had something on his mind had no intention of admiring the massive amount of garbage in the gutter. He threw the two large baskets of garbage down and hurried straight to the alchemy hall. There were also two garbage baskets there, filled with failed refining materials. of abandoned elixirs.
After throwing away the garbage in the Alchemy Hall, Xiaopang had to go to the Weapon Refining Hall. There were only two garbage baskets containing failed refining items and some furnace ashes.
After throwing away the garbage in the three halls, Xiaopang's day's work was over. He had traveled hundreds of miles in more than two hours. Even as a cultivator, he was out of breath and covered in sweat. .
After returning to the hut where he lived like a dead dog, Xiaopang immediately began to meditate and adjust his breath without even bothering to wash himself.
Half an hour later, a crescent moon quietly climbed over the willow branches. After adjusting his breath, Xiaopang slowly opened his eyes. At this time, he was in the best physical and mental condition. In addition, he lived in a remote place and had not been disturbed by anyone for several years. It was a good time to refine rare 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 completely round, neither gold nor jade. I don’t know what it was made of. There are no patterns on it, and there is no spiritual energy benefit on it. If it hadn’t been found in an ancient cultivation cave, Little Fatty’s parents wouldn’t have even looked 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, and it is impossible to change it even if he wants to change it in the future. It can be said that the natal magic weapon directly determines the future development of a cultivator. Therefore, the average cultivator will carefully select a high-quality magic weapon and refine the natal magic weapon after cultivating to a certain level. If there is really no good Magic weapon, then they would rather not refine it, and they would never randomly refine something of unknown origin as a natal magic weapon.
However, for Xiaopang, he had no choice. This is the only magic weapon he has access to. If he doesn't refine it, he will have no future and can only wait to die doing nothing. As for refining, although there is some danger, there might still be a glimmer of hope.
Xiaopang stroked the round black bead and said with a wry smile: "Zhuzhu, don't let me down!"
After saying that, Xiaopang, who had already made up his mind to give it a try, immediately tightened his expression, resolutely cut open his wrist with his nails, and dripped his life essence and blood on the beads. Strangely enough, as soon as the essence and blood came into contact with the bead, it was immediately absorbed into it, as if it was not a bead but a greedy monster.