"Trumpet... Tweet..."

"Ugh..."

Yang Quan rode on the chirping bird, skimming the beautiful mountains and rivers at a low altitude, but he didn't want to admire it, but sighed.

It's been two years since he came to this world, from the hesitation and excitement at the beginning, to the numbness now, it's only been two years, at the beginning he was still a little excited to ride this broken puppet bird, but now he is completely numb.

The first layer of Qi cultivation is Yang Quan's current realm, there is a little bit of weak mana in his body, he can't use any Dao techniques, and he can't even light a little flame on his fingertips, and the only thing he can do with this little bit of mana is to activate the twitter bird rationed by this sect under him.

He crossed over, and the person he crossed over, also known as Yang Quan, was only sixteen years old at the time, and was a small handyman in charge of the Lingtian in the Imperial Spirit Sect, of course, it is still ...

In two years, he has not been able to break through from the first level of Qi cultivation to the second layer, not because Yang Quan is stupid, but because the cultivation resources are too short. Since then, I haven't even seen anything like a spirit stone, and the subsidy given by the sect to miscellaneous servants is just some spiritual rice, or a very small part, and it is not enough to eat every day.

"Alas... Others cross, either with a golden finger, or the younger brother comes to vote by himself, and the beauties are rushing upside down, why do I cross over, more realistic than the real society..."

Cultivating during the Qi refining period is actually very simple, as long as the resources are sufficient, it is easy to get through, at least in the early stage of Qi cultivation. But it's a pity that Yang Quan, as a miscellaneous servant, allocates more than 100 catties of spiritual rice every year, and if he wants to cultivate to the second level of qi cultivation with this resource, it will take at least three or five years!

"It's really realistic, even the world of cultivating immortals is like this..."Yang Quan sighed, getting down from the chirping bird, Yang Quan sighed in his heart while checking the growth of Lingtian.

The spiritual field he manages is more than 20 acres, which matures every three months, and can harvest at least two or three thousand catties each time, but unfortunately, these have nothing to do with him, and they all have to be handed over. Each spiritual field is independent of each other, because if it is too dense, then even if there is a spirit gathering formation, the spiritual field will not be able to achieve such a high yield. The spiritual fields of the Imperial Spirit Sect are distributed in different locations of its territory, basically some deserted places, the sect comes to harvest every three months, and then distributes seeds, and the rest of the time there is only Yang Quan in this spiritual field.

It is very tiring to take care of more than 20 acres of spiritual field by himself, and he is basically busy from morning to night every day, but Yang Quan has not been idle in the past two years, and has made some simple linkage machinery in this spiritual field, saving a lot of effort.

"My qualifications are already poor, and now the cultivation resources are not enough, do you really want to plant a spiritual field here for a lifetime, and when you are old, you will be mixed to the third and fourth layers of Qi training, and then be placed in the sect to be placed as an idle person to support the elderly?"

"Don't... Am I not going to be the most wasteful time-traveler in history?"

In the past two years, Yang Quan has struggled more than once, but he has been defeated by the cruel reality, he has searched all the surrounding mountains, and has not found half of the "welfare of the traverser", that is, the golden finger, he also thought about secretly leaving some spiritual rice for his daily cultivation, but the torture he saw after crossing over was a deep lesson for him, a miscellaneous disciple who managed the spiritual field like Yang Quan, secretly hid two catties when he harvested the spiritual rice, and the result was...

Thinking of the scene at that time, Yang Quan couldn't help but shudder at this time, he came from a civilized society, where had he ever seen such a scene? All the miscellaneous disciples of the Imperial Spirit Sect who managed the Lingtian were gathered together to watch the torture, since then Yang Quan didn't dare to fight the idea of the Lingtian anymore, death is not terrible, as a traverser, maybe after death, he will travel to other worlds, but that kind of death...

"Alas... It's a real headache, it's obviously a world of cultivating immortals, but it gives people the feeling that it's more realistic than the real world... Without the care of the seniors, the qualifications, and the dazzling family background as the backstage, how can this immortal be cultivated!"

"Every three months, I get some spiritual rice, and I have to calculate how to boil it into porridge and drink, how can I play this..."

In the exchange, a low-grade spirit stone can be exchanged for 500 catties of spiritual rice, which is equivalent to Yang Quan's salary for four or five years, or if he doesn't eat or drink, it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice!

Yang Quan was in an irritable mood, he had been in this world for two years, he had tried everything he should try, he was really naked, he did not cross with the innate spirit treasure, nor did he come with peerless exercises, and he did not get any golden fingers in this world...

"Although I don't like cheating... But you should always give me a starter pack or something, right?

Yang Quan before the crossing, also read the online novel, the protagonists in it are constantly having adventures, and the golden fingers are more against the sky than the other, and Yang Quan, who is also a traverser, feels that he is really miserable...

At this time, Yang Quan is trapped in a dead loop, there is no way to obtain resources if he is not strong, and he cannot improve his strength without resources. This Lingtian Imperial Spirit Sect has been managed for thousands of years, and how many miscellaneous labors have it experienced? Even if a small grain of spiritual rice fell to the ground, it had already been discovered...

"Even if it's in the world of cultivating immortals, it's too to pick up some treasures anytime and anywhere... It can only be in a novel. ”

Yang Quan smiled bitterly: "Although I don't know which great power pulled me into this world, but it shouldn't be to let me be a little handyman in this world, at least give me a chance to start..."

In this world, the level is more distinct than the real world, just like Yang Quan's situation at this time, he was tied to the spiritual field of the Imperial Spirit Sect by the spirit rice that could be exchanged for a few spirit stones in his life, how sad.

He is now beginning to miss the world before he crossed over, at least there he still has relatives over there, although he is also an unknown dick, but at least there are people who know him. And here, he doesn't even have a real friend, Lingmi needs to be cultivated in places with plenty of spiritual energy, and this kind of place is often a place where there are no people.

At the end of the year, I can only meet the three generations of elders who come to collect spiritual rice once every three months, the guy who doesn't want to talk to people just by virtue of a dead face.

This world is very big, from the memory of the guy who was crossed, Li Quan knew that this world was very exciting, and the Imperial Spirit Sect that he longed for at this time and couldn't reach, even in this realm, was only a sect that did not enter the stream, but it was such an unpopular sect, and one of the three generations of elders could also control his life and death.

"The world is so big... I want to check it out... I don't know which way can bring me here, please give me a chance, I don't want to die of old age here..."

Yang Quan thought about leaving the Imperial Spirit Sect, but later found out that he had no choice, only the Imperial Spirit Sect could drive him out, and he had no reason or way to take the initiative to leave the Imperial Spirit Sect, otherwise he would be chased to death.

"It's really an overlord clause, but it's a pity that there is no place in this world to complain..."

Yang Quan thought in his heart that if his situation at this time could not be changed, then he would have to make up his mind to steal Lingmi, although he would die miserably if he was discovered, and stealing was against his own heart, but... He really didn't want to die of old age in this spiritual field. Of course, Yang Quan knew very well in his heart, the Imperial Spirit Sect dared to let a single disciple manage the Lingtian, then he must have confidence, if he really stole the Lingmi, the end would definitely be the same as the last miscellaneous disciple who was tortured...