I have made the Cultivation Clan by myself

Chapter 1
"Not good, Fellow Daoist Lin, be careful."

"boom!"

In an unknown valley in the Dangyan Mountains of Zhao State, three monks were besieging a mid-tier one demon beast, Raging Fire Wolf, with sword lights flying in their hands, and they were about to put this monster under the sword, but unexpectedly, the monster was about to die. Fighting, he rushed towards a middle-aged monk in the east direction. The monk couldn't resist for a while, and was bitten by the shoulder by the monster. Deep, with a trace of fire poison penetrating into the body, the bitten monk showed pain.

"Friend Daoist Lin, are you all right?" asked the monk beside him hastily.

"No problem, but my arm is a little numb, please trouble me to cut off the legs and claws of this beast." Lin Qing said to fellow Daoist Lin who was talking about it in the monk's mouth.

Glancing at Lin Qing, the monk nodded and said, "That's what it should be, Fellow Daoist Lin, wait a moment."

Soon, the monk lifted the sword and cut off the limbs of the fire wolf and handed them to Lin Qing.

"Thank you buddy."

Lin Qing clasped his fists in thanks, then took his own harvest and left with his sword in hand.

As soon as he left the valley, Lin Qing found a hidden place to clean the wound. Looking at the bone-exposing wound, Lin Qing, who had been holding back just now, looked grim, and quickly took out a bottle of trauma medicine powder from the storage bag and sprinkled it on the wound.

"Hiss!" Taking a deep breath, Lin Qing almost cried out.

After enduring the severe pain, the wound was carefully bandaged. After a while, Lin Qing's face recovered a trace of blood.

Lin Qing, who had calmed down, was not in a hurry to leave at the moment. Looking at the wounds on his body and the dharma sword that was almost scrapped to resist the raging wolf, he showed a desolate expression and let out a long breath.

Originally thought that after traveling to this world of cultivating immortals, relying on the experience of his two lives, he could become a figure of heaven, and at the worst, he would be able to enjoy all kinds of scenery on the road of cultivating immortals.But I didn't expect that in the 46 years since my mother's birth to today, I have only cultivated to the third level of Qi training. In the world of cultivating immortals, I can't even be considered a small role, at most I can be regarded as cannon fodder.

And at this moment, he felt even more ominous. Today, he had agreed to kill monsters to earn spirit stones, but this injury not only damaged the magic sword, but if the fire poison in his body was not cleared in time, he might not even be able to practice Qi for three days. The cultivation base of the first floor cannot be maintained, the loss is too great, and there is no way to make up for the little things gained.

Looking at the blood-stained grass in front of him, recalling the scene when he bid farewell to his parents in this life and searched for immortality with a hundred taels of gold ambition, Lin Qing felt even more sad for a moment.

When he learned that there were immortal cultivators in this world, he was under 16 years old, so he couldn't wait to bid farewell to his parents to find the immortal fate, but his parents tried to stop him, but it was of no avail.He had no choice but to let him go alone, but Aizi was eager, and his parents gathered a hundred taels of gold for him to use on the road.Fortunately, with only a few taels of gold, he found a sect of cultivating immortals, and then he was even more lucky to detect the spiritual root.

Although in this world one can cultivate immortals with spiritual roots, there are also good and bad spiritual roots. From the lowest five spiritual roots to the highest heavenly spiritual root, it represents a great disparity in aptitude.But his spiritual root is the worst one.

Five spiritual roots, even the outer disciples of the sect are not qualified.

After testing the spiritual root, the people of the sect directly asked him to go down the mountain. He repeatedly asked to be admitted to the sect, which actually annoyed the monk who was in charge of testing the spiritual root.The monk sarcastically said that with his aptitude, he would never be able to reach the threshold of the middle stage of Qi training in his lifetime. He is a waste of waste, and it is better to be an ordinary person as soon as possible.

Although he had no choice but to go down the mountain, he was dissatisfied and believed that although he had poor qualifications, he could still achieve some results.

After going down the mountain, he found a market for cultivating immortals with gold, and then spent 50 taels of gold to buy a book of exercises that can be cultivated to the middle stage of Qi training, but his own aptitude was still beyond his expectations. It took a full 20 years to cultivate to the third level of Qi training, and then the cultivation level could no longer increase, and it has been standing still for ten years.

He thought about it more than once, what would have happened if he hadn't detected the spiritual root at the beginning, and what would have happened if he had followed the advice of the monk who spoke poorly.

Perhaps today, relying on the family business of my parents, I am afraid that I already have a group of wives and concubines, a house full of children, and my parents can enjoy family happiness with my parents around.

However, his parents had already left five years ago, and his only younger brother died early in the fireworks alley, ruining his family business.

When he returned home, he faced only empty houses and spiders crawling in the corners of the houses. The once thousand acres of fertile land and the best shops in the city had already disappeared and changed homes.

But he is still a third-level qi cultivator.

"Don't bully the young to be poor, don't bully the middle-aged to be poor, don't bully the old to be poor, the dead are the greatest, hehe"

Thinking of this sentence that she didn't know where she saw it in her previous life, Lin Qing showed a self-deprecating smile. Perhaps her entire life is the best embodiment of this sentence.

Looking at the sky, Lin Qing stood up holding his wound.

"Perhaps I should have thought earlier that I am not some kind of proud man, a talent for life, I am just an ordinary person who can no longer be ordinary."

The painful shoulder injury made him stagger from time to time, Lin Qing had no choice but to cut a section of bamboo on the side of the road as a crutch, and walked towards his home step by step. At the age of 46, he is still middle-aged, and when viewed from behind, his slightly leaning body shows his old age.

It is said to be a home, but in fact it is just a house that can barely shelter from the rain in a Xiuxian market called Qingmuji.

Qingmuji is located at the foot of the Yandang Mountains. Because of its favorable location, monks gradually gathered a hundred years ago. Then 50 years ago, monks were sent by Xuanyufang, and a defensive circle was set up. The market was officially established and included in the scope of Xuanyufang.To this day, there are more than a hundred monks stationed here all the year round, countless passers-by, and there are also mortals gathered around, living around the Qingmuji.

And Qingmuji itself is a market about [-] meters long and wide. The formations laid out at the beginning can withstand a quarter of an hour in the early stage of foundation establishment. Compared with the place where ordinary people live outside, it is naturally much safer.Moreover, as the manager of Qingmuji, the monks of Xuanyufang will also guarantee the safety of the monks in the Jiji, and no one will have any conflicts. Therefore, as early as ten years ago, Lin Qing rented a house in the market. It's small, but it's a lot of peace of mind.

Before arriving at Qingmuji, Lin Qing threw away his crutches, arranged his clothes, and made himself look the same as before he left.

Although his shoulders still hurt, he couldn't show his weakness.

Walking through the streets of mortals, mortals around cast envious glances at him from time to time. Although Lin Qing is only a low-level monk at the third level of Qi training, to mortals, no matter what his cultivation level is, he is a high-ranking immortal.

50 meters away from the gate of the market, a straw mat appeared on the side of the road, with a girl kneeling beside it.

Lin Qing didn't need to look to know what was going on. It was a common occurrence for mortals to sell their bodies to bury their relatives. For mortals, living here and being favored by immortals is obviously a step up to the sky, but what's more, life is difficult. After all, there are too many mortals.

After a casual glance, Lin Qing was about to leave, he was never tempted by these things.

But after taking a few steps, his pace slowed down again.

"When a mortal dies, there are descendants who are willing to sell themselves to die, but what about me?"

With a thought, Lin Qing was suddenly in a trance.Today's injury was already a big blow to him, but the girl kneeling on the ground and the straw mat next to him hurt his heart even more, and his shoulder suddenly became painful again.

(End of this chapter)