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Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL
On a piece of ordinary rice paper, as the last stroke landed, a picturesque landscape painting appeared on the paper.
Liu Changgong stood up from the table and looked at ‘The sun rises and the mountain shadows’ on it. He couldn’t help but praise it.
“What a wonderful scene!”
On it, clouds were faintly visible, and the sunlight was like a cage, covering the mountains. Such a painting was probably the only one in the world, and it was absolutely unique!
If it was Liu Changgong in his previous life, he would definitely treasure it, because such a painting would be a peerless treasure if taken out! It was an existence that countless people were fighting for!
But now, Liu Changgong had casually placed this painting in his room.
From the looks of it, this painting could only be considered as waste paper.
Looking at this painting, Liu Changgong’s expression couldn’t help but be slightly downcast.
He was actually a transmigrator, and had been in this world for twenty years.
In this world, there were many sects, and powerful cultivators could fly into the sky and touch the moon, moving mountains and moving the seas.
Originally, when Liu Changgong had just transmigrated, and he had dreamed of becoming such a powerful cultivator, and truly experiencing his own xianxia dream. He thought that he could be like the other transmigrator seniors and quickly walk on the path of immortal cultivation, sweeping all things out of the way. Finally, he would look down on all living beings and became a saint.
But he did not expect that he, a transmigrator, actually did not have a spirit root and could not cultivate.
Spirit Root was the most basic condition of immortal cultivation. Spirit root represented talent. Liu Changgong did not have a spirit root, which meant that he was destined to be a mortal for the rest of his life.
[Ding —— Congratulations to host for completing painting x1. Experience points increased by 263.]
The familiar system notification sounded late. Liu Changgong’s ears were getting sore from listening to it, but he lazily glanced at the system interface that only he could see.
[Host: Liu Changgong
Age: 19
Skills: Painting (Return to origin), Calligraphy (Return to origin), Zither (Return to origin), Chess (Return to origin), Wine (Return to origin), Tea (Return to origin), Pottery (Return to origin), Sword (Return to origin)…
Cultivation: Mortal!]
That’s right! As a transmigrator, Liu Changgong also had his own golden finger — the system.
His system’s ability was to help him learn… all kinds of skills.
Zither, chess, calligraphy, poetry, flowers, tea, pottery, sword, dance…
The various skill levels set by the system were divided into eight levels: Beginner, mastery, practice makes perfect, mastery, thoroughness, perfection, beyond perfection, and return to origin.
Over the past twenty years, with the help of the system and his unremitting efforts, Liu Changgong had cultivated all the skills in the system to the highest level of ‘return to origin’, which was close to the realm of Dao.
But…
What was the use of it in this world of immortal cultivation?!
He wanted to cultivate and become an immortal, not to perform!
No matter how powerful these mortal skills were, they could not compare to a cultivator’s flame.
Liu Changgong was really a little aggrieved. He suspected that he had been fooled. The system configuration was not right at all. He should have gone to a low-level world and become a big star and a great writer.
Or it could be that the system had made a mistake and should have sent out the immortal cultivation system.
But after twenty years, he had long since come to terms with it.
If he could not cultivate, then he could not cultivate! The higher the cultivation level, the greater the risk on the road of cultivation. Who knew when he would die in the wilderness, with no one to collect his corpse?
In this life, he would write, paint, play chess, and play the piano.
He would be a salted fish… Ah, no! It would be good to be a secular refined scholar!
However, he still had some regrets in his heart.
He casually mounted the recently completed ‘The sun rises and the mountain shadows’ and hung it on the wall. Liu Changgong looked at the time, and it was almost time for him to open his shop.
He had come to the Great Xia country to become a disciple of the Grand Moon Sect, but after being rejected, he was completely disheartened. Although he had given up on the idea of cultivating, he still wanted to be close to the land of immortals.
Thus, he opened a small shop next to the immortal cultivation market at the foot of the Grand Moon Sect’s mountain gate.
Most of the immortal cultivators in this world had not reached the realm of fasting. From time to time, they would go down the mountain to buy some daily necessities and food.
Therefore, the immortal cultivation market was not entirely run by immortal cultivators. There were also quite a few secular shops.
Liu Changgong opened a grocery store. Usually, he sold some mountain goods that he had bought from nearby. He also learned various skills from himself and made some small gadgets. His business was neither good nor bad, and he could barely make ends meet.
After opening the door of the store, Liu Changgong began to slowly clean the store while there were still no customers.
Streaks of light flashed across the sky above him from time to time, and at the same time, there was a sharp sound of air being torn apart.
Liu Changgong stopped the broom in his hand and looked up at the sky, muttering to himself, “Recently, there are more and more cultivators hiding in the territory of the Grand Moon Mountain, and the market has become livelier. Is something big going to happen?”
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At the foot of the Grand Moon Mountain.
The nascent soul stage Grandmaster of the Grand Moon Sect, Daoist Master Zhu Zhao, had recently held a thousand-year-old birthday banquet.
Many cultivators from various cultivation sects in Great Xia, as well as itinerant cultivators who had received favors from the Grand Moon Sect, rushed over to celebrate his birthday. Even the market at the foot of the mountain became livelier.
In the market, mortals and immortal cultivators were mixed together, and it was bustling with activity.
“Senior Sister Yu, it’s so lively here!”
A young girl in a yellow silk dress was chattering like a magpie on the way. She looked around curiously, looking extremely happy.
The girl next to her was a few years older than her. She looked cold and elegant, and under the influence, she began to smile.
It was unknown how many years had passed in the mountain, and she had been cultivating in the sect. She had been depressed for too long, and it felt good to come down occasionally for a stroll.
“Mm… Mm…”
The cute girl nodded in agreement. Two red strings of ice-sugar-coated haws appeared in her hands out of nowhere. She stuffed them into her mouth as she handed over a string.
“Senior Sister Yu, this is really delicious. Try it.”
Yu Linglong didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She was about to say something like, “Immortal cultivators shouldn’t covet the desire of the tongue”, but when he saw the ice-sugar-coated haws that were covered in syrup and had a tempting color, she swallowed her saliva.
As a one-in-a-million heavenly spirit root cultivator, a once-in-a-hundred-years genius of the Grand Moon Sect, and the youngest closed-door disciple under Daoist Master Zhu Zhao…
Yu Linglong had countless halos since she was young, but she also carried a tremendous pressure that ordinary people couldn’t understand.
“Master once said that although cultivation must be vigorous and fierce, it also pays attention to relaxation and moderation. It’s not good for one’s cultivation to be rigid all the time. So let’s indulge in this once today.”
Yu Linglong comforted herself in her heart. After hesitating for a few seconds, she took the ice-sugar gourd from her companion.
When she took a bite of the sweet and sour fruit, Yu Linglong completely relaxed. The two of them strolled around the market.
The secular vendors selling snacks along the street, the itinerant cultivators who were red-faced from competing for a few low-grade spirit stones…
Everything was so novel and interesting to Yu Linglong, who was the favored daughter of heaven. Unknowingly, the two of them gradually walked further and further away.
“Immortal’s Destiny Shop…”
Yu Linglong read out the signboard in front of her. The words on the signboard were written by someone unknown. Although she did not know calligraphy, she felt that it was extremely beautiful. Moreover, every stroke of each word revealed a trace of inexplicable charm. It deeply attracted her eyes.
“Let’s go in and take a look…”
Yu Linglong’s interest was aroused and she led the delicate and simple girl into the small shop.
The shop was not big and was clean and tidy. There were some bamboo or mud-made gadgets casually placed on the ground.
Ah! So interesting!
The delicate and simple girl was attracted by these things at a glance. She squatted down and played with them with a low voice.