In the endless vast mountains, there are hundreds of large and small cultivation sects, and the Xuantian Courtyard is one of the large sects with huge power. Although the Xuantian Courtyard only has a few thousand people in total, it occupies a radius of tens of thousands of miles around it, here, everything belongs to them, they are the well-deserved masters of this place, and any monk who dares to spread wild here will be killed mercilessly. And the prestige of the Xuantian Courtyard was built on the corpses of countless foreign monks.

At dusk on this day, when most of the monks in the Xuantian Courtyard went to have dinner or cultivate. A little Taoist priest of the sixteenth grade or seventeenth suddenly appeared in the various branches. This little Taoist priest was slightly chubby, covered with a dirty cyan robe, and although there was a bit of delicacy between his eyebrows, those obscene little eyes completely destroyed the immortal temperament he had worked so hard to create, making him look like a monk at all, as if he was a gentleman who didn't learn or know anything. In addition, he has a very uncomfortable name, called Song Zhong. It is homophonic with 'sending the end', so that everyone is disgusted, and no one calls him by his real name, but calls him Chubby.

Xiaopang's life experience is very miserable, his parents were originally elite disciples of Qingyangmen, but they died suddenly and unexpectedly ten years ago. The indifference to human feelings in the Xiuzhen sect is notoriously, without the protection of his parents, Song Zhong's status has plummeted, and his talent is so amazing that he can be called a 'peerless wastewood'. From a child who was sheltered by his parents, he suddenly fell into a small guy who was bullied.

The little fat who has all the five elements and is completely evenly distributed has a name in the cultivation world, called almighty waste. Although any Five Elements Spell can be practiced, it can't be practiced at all, and it is basically impossible to cultivate the truth, even if it is reluctantly cultivated with elixir, there is no possibility of becoming a master, and it can only linger in the low-level stage for the rest of his life. In this case, no sect would waste its precious cultivation resources on this kind of guy who will definitely not become a talent.

If it weren't for the thin face of his parents, Xiaopang would have been kicked out of the mountain gate long ago and left him to fend for himself outside. Even now, Xiaopang's situation is not good, he is not even a disciple of the outer sect, he can only be a low-level servant who does miscellaneous work, and specializes in cleaning up the garbage generated every day from various subordinate halls at dusk.

However, although Chubby is always stupid, he is actually a very resolute child, who has seen all the things in the world in the past ten years, and he has not given up on himself because of this, but chose to fight head-on. Even though he knew that his talent was not good, he never gave up cultivation.

Every day, in addition to completing the work of collecting garbage assigned by the sect, almost all of his time is spent on cultivation, almost ten hours a day of cultivation, this level of diligence, even those who claim to be cultivation madmen, I am afraid that they will be embarrassed. People, after all, are not statues, meditate for more than eight hours every day, there is no entertainment, no one speaks, just wholeheartedly run the true qi, that taste, when the living can sit stupid!

But Xiaopang resolutely persevered for ten years, and he firmly believed that as long as he kept cultivating, there would always be a day when he would trample those guys who bullied him under his feet. The so-called emperor lives up to his wishes, and finally, last night, Xiaopang successfully transformed the true qi of his body from acquired to congenital, and became a veritable cultivator.

After mortals are born, they all belong to the day after tomorrow, and if they want to cultivate the truth, they must remove the acquired turbidity and transform all of them into innate true qi. Only by entering this innate realm can one have the qualifications to cultivate the immortal family exercises, which is a threshold for whether or not you can cultivate the truth. If you cross over, you are a monk, and if you can't cross over, you are a mortal!

However, in the face of such a result, Chubby really has nothing to be happy about except for a wry smile. This is because talented cultivators all complete this step at the age of 10. Some talented perverts are pure geniuses, and with the help of strong family resources, they can even complete this step before the age of 5. In other words, Song Zhong cultivated at least several years later than others.

You must know that cultivation is really against the sky, in order to compete with the heavens for time, if they can't advance before the longevity is exhausted, then what awaits them is death. And the time in the early stage of cultivation is even more precious, which directly affects the future development. A cultivator like Song Zhong, who was still barely entering the threshold at the age of sixteen, could basically be sentenced to death. Unless Xiaopang can have any special chance, he will never be able to advance, and at most he will stop at the innate realm.

And in fact, the reason why Xiaopang is doing penance is because he really has such an opportunity. This chance came from an unknown treasure left behind by his parents. According to Xiaopang's parents, that thing came from an extremely ancient Xiuzhen Cave Mansion, and looking at the appearance of the Cave Mansion, the owner of the Cave Mansion must be extremely strong. Eighty percent of what he left behind was not ordinary. It's a pity that Song Zhong's parents were sent out before they had time to study, and then they never returned. This thing became the only item they left to Song Zhong.

Xiaopang's plan is that after cultivating to the innate realm, he will immediately refine this treasure into a life magic weapon, and if he is lucky, he will encounter a strange treasure, maybe he can really solve his own problems. If it doesn't work, then he can only die the heart of cultivating the truth, and wait for death slowly!

The so-called people are in good spirits at happy events, and with such hope, Xiaopang is naturally much lighter when he gets to work. He first came to the Xuantian Courtyard Talisman Hall, which is a place for disciples to practice using talismans, there are many discarded talismans every day, and the Dao Tong here will clean up these garbage after those elite disciples leave, and Xiaopang's job now is to collect these garbage. Compared with the previous work of washing dishes and sweeping the floor, this work is much more tiring because of the long distance.

There were two large baskets of abandoned talismans, Song Zhong came to the hut behind the Lian Fu Hall, skillfully placed the empty baskets he brought there, and then picked up the two large baskets full of garbage and walked out quickly.

Xiaowu is not qualified to go to the front gate, Xiaopang can only walk through the back door and gallop along the mountain road. After all, he is a person who has been practicing for more than ten years, although Xiao Fat can't fly yet, but he can also take a few steps in one step, and years of training have made his slightly chubby figure not affect his speed at all. Dozens of miles of mountain roads arrived quickly. Along the way, from time to time, you can see monks flying from the sky, and they also see Chubby, but no one will pay attention to this little guy.

These guys can fly through the nostrils to the sky, and Chubby already feels good, and if he meets a boring guy, he might even sneer. And the more boring goods will use low-level spells to find some fun for Song Zhong. In the past ten years, Xiaopang has been drenched with water countless times, and his buttocks have been burned with fire, so that he has to run naked for a long time, which has become the biggest joke in the little guy. And the most dangerous time, there was a disciple who was looking for fun, and his spell was not well controlled, and he originally wanted to use the wind blade technique to shave off Chubby's hair, but he almost cut off Chubby's head. It was also since then that Chubby changed his appearance, how low-key and how to dress up. I also deliberately choose to work when there are few people to avoid too many boring people.

The place where Xiaopang is going now is called Tiangou, which is a bottomless abyss in the mountain behind the Xuantian Courtyard, and in normal times, the garbage generated by the Xuantian Courtyard has to be thrown here. The Xuantian Courtyard has been established for thousands of years, and the garbage is still thousands of years, so it has not filled this gutter that is hundreds of miles long.

However, when it was Chubby's turn to take over the job, a lot of garbage had already accumulated below, and the highest garbage mountain was only a dozen feet away from the top of the ditch.

Xiao Fat, who had something in his heart, didn't have the heart to appreciate the massive garbage in the gutter now, he casually threw down two large baskets of garbage, and then hurried straight 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 still had to go to the Alchemy Hall, where there were only two garbage baskets, containing things that had failed in refining, and some furnace ashes.

After throwing away the garbage in the three halls, Xiao Fat's day's work was over, and he had run hundreds of miles in more than two hours, even if he was a cultivator, he was so tired that he was out of breath and covered in sweat.

After returning to the hut where he lived like a dead dog, Chubby didn't bother to wash up, and immediately began to meditate and pranayama.

Half an hour later, a crescent crescent crescent crept up the willow tops, and the little fat who had finished pranayama slowly opened his eyes. At this time, his physical and mental state was in the best stage, and his residence was remote, and no one had disturbed him for several years, which was a good time to refine the treasure.

Carefully opening a hidden mechanism at the head of the bed, Chubby took out a black bead the size of a walnut from it. This bead is round all over, not gold or jade, I don't know what it is made of, there is no pattern on it, nor does it see the benefits of aura, if it is not for the ancient cave where it was found, the little fat parents would not have looked at it at all.

In fact, even Xiaopang himself doubted whether this thing was a strange treasure or not, and whether it could be used to refine the natal magic weapon. You must know that a person's natal magic weapon can only be refined, even if it is impossible 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 superior magic weapon after cultivating to a certain level, and refine the natal magic weapon.

However, for Chubby, he has no choice. There is only one magic weapon he can touch, if he doesn't refine it, he will definitely have no future in the future, and he can only wait for death to do nothing. And if you refine it, although there is a certain danger, you may still have a chance of life.

Little Fat stroked the sleek black beads and said with a wry smile: "Beads, beads, don't let me down!"

After finishing speaking, Xiao Fat, who had already made up his mind to fight, immediately tightened his face, and resolutely cut his wrist with his nails, dripping the natal essence blood on the beads. Strange to say, as soon as the essence blood touched the bead, it was immediately absorbed into it, as if it was not a bead, but a greedy monster.