Begin to live forever and become the supreme being in the immortal world

Three days later, Han Xuan returned home exhausted.

But at the door of his cave, he saw a dark-skinned young man in gray clothes, who had been waiting for a long time.

"My great-nephew Han Li, meet your great-uncle!"

As soon as he saw his figure, the young man immediately prostrated himself.

"Han Li? Great uncle?"

He raised his eyebrows, somewhat confused.

"My grandfather Han Ji has lived in Bihai City for a long time. My great-grandfather Han Cheng and my great-grandmother Sun Ru were both outer disciples of Bihai Sect."

"Three months ago, at the Bihai City's ten-year Immortal Ascension Conference, my grandson was tested by the Bihai Sect's immortal master for his spiritual roots. He was able to join the sect and was accepted as a handyman disciple."

"Yesterday, while chatting with an elderly senior brother, I accidentally learned that my uncle is still alive, so I came here to wait for you today!"

The dark-skinned boy said respectfully and anxiously.

"Han Ji? It seems that it is indeed my eldest brother's name."

Han Xuan was not an only son. His parents had a son before him, but unfortunately he did not have spiritual roots. When he was three years old, he was sent to relatives in Bihai City to raise him. Han Xuan was not yet born at that time.

After his parents died suddenly, Han Xuan never left the sect, and ordinary people were unable to send messages to Bihaimen, so the two sides lost contact.

After being alone for a long time, he suddenly had a grandnephew. He was very happy and quickly brought him into the cave to talk in detail.

The eldest brother Han Ji was a descendant of immortal cultivators and had no shortage of gold and silver. After arriving in Bihai City, he lived a very comfortable life, with wealth, wives, and descendants.

Han Li is the third son of his seventh son. He is fourteen years old this year. He was born as a concubine. Because he was not valued by his grandfather, his life was not very good since he was a child.

However, in the past few decades, among Han's nearly one hundred descendants, only little Han Li was detected to have spiritual roots.

Four attributes, pseudo spiritual roots!

"Wait a minute, which li is the li in your name?"

"The 'li' of starting a family and making achievements?"

His skin was dark, like an ordinary farm boy. He also had the four spiritual roots of wood, water, fire, and earth. He was also called Han Li. Han Xuan immediately knocked out his grandnephew and then checked carefully to see if there was a little green on his body. bottle of impulse.

"To my great uncle, the word 'Li' in my grandson's name means 'Li!' which means working hard!"

Although he didn't understand why his uncle asked this, Xiao Hanli still answered seriously.

"Cough-cough-"

Han Xuan coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment.

Let me tell you, if you are cultivating fairy tales with your imagination, how can you have two golden fingers!

"Yes, I will work hard, this is a good name!"

He gave a thumbs up insincerely.

"Li'er, where were you assigned after you entered the school?"

After all, he is the eldest brother's grandson, so he must take good care of him.

"Reporting to my uncle, my grandson has been assigned to the Tu Ling Yuan, No. B, under the Lingshan House."

Xiao Hanli replied sadly.

"These bastards look down on others!"

Han Xuan cursed bitterly.

Those people in the sect's miscellaneous hall are all used to watching others prepare food.

The Lingshan Hall is not a good place in the first place. After staying there for decades, the handyman disciples can only learn to make a few low-level spiritual meals, ranking middle or lower in the hundred arts of cultivating immortals.

Several of its subordinate soul-slaying courtyards are the places where the sect slaughters monsters.

In particular, the Number B Tulingyuan is responsible for the slaughter and processing of fish monsters.

Bihaimen is located in the vast sea of ​​​​thousands of stars, and the most indispensable thing is all kinds of captive spirit fish and captured demon fish. The B-size Soul Slaughter House is definitely the busiest and most tiring place in the entire spirit dining room.

The key point is that I am extremely tired every day, and I haven't learned any skills in cultivating immortals. Only after I reach the seventh level of Qi training and am promoted to an outer disciple, I have the opportunity to change my position and leave.

Little Han Li was only fourteen years old. He had just successfully introduced Qi into his body and entered the first level of Qi training. He was assigned such a hopeless place just because of his ordinary background and no backing. How could he not make people angry?

Fortunately, he met his great-uncle. After all, Han Xuan had been in the Bihai Sect for more than sixty years, so he could still take care of his great-nephew.

"Come on, follow me. We still have a spot for a handyman in the Alchemy Room No. 5 of Alchemy Peak. Today, my uncle will help you with the transfer procedures!"

In Bihai Sect, there is nothing that cannot be done by the spirit stone below the golden elixir level.

If it doesn't work, it must be because you don't have enough spirit stones!

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Fifty-three years later!

Han Xuan was sitting on the jade bed in his cave, with gray hair and a pale face.

"Uncle, do you really have to go down the mountain so that I can't be filial to my grandson in bed?"

Han Li, who was already middle-aged, stood below, with tears in his eyes and a look of reluctance on his face.

Over the past fifty years, his great-uncle could be said to have cared for him even more than his own grandson. He taught him all the elixirs, magical tools, practice experience, and even the art of alchemy.

This allowed him to acquire the body of the Four Spiritual Roots. At the age of fifty-five, he cultivated to the ninth level of Qi Cultivation and reached the Great Perfection, becoming qualified to attack the foundation-building stage.

My great-uncle went bankrupt again, so he auctioned off two Foundation Establishment Pills for him.

However, Han Li failed to build the foundation twice in a row.

With four-attribute pseudo-spiritual roots, the chance of success in foundation building is really low. Even if you take the foundation building pill, the chance of success is only one in ten.

He is so ashamed of his uncle!

In terms of alchemy skills, he couldn't resist his great uncle's devoted cultivation.

With low talent, he had been working in the alchemy room for thirty years, but he had barely learned how to refine first-level low-grade elixirs, with a success rate of less than 30%.

After reaching the seventh level of Qi training and being promoted to an outer disciple, he regretfully had to leave the alchemy room and change his job in the elixir garden.

As for my uncle, he was a high-level alchemy apprentice thirty years ago. His success rate in refining first-level high-grade elixirs is now over 90%. His status in the No. 5 alchemy room is second only to those who can refine second-level elixirs. The official alchemist of elixirs.

Now that my uncle is about to die and his longevity is about to expire, he insists on leaving the sect alone and finding a place with no one to spend his remaining days. Doesn't this prevent him from fulfilling his filial piety before his death?

How can you do this?

He, Han Li, would never agree to it no matter what!

"Hey, you bastard!"

Han Xuan laughed and cursed, wrinkles undulating on his face.

He knew very well about his grandnephew's stubborn temperament, and he would not give up unless he gave him a justifiable excuse.

"Let's put it this way, your second grandfather and I went down the mountain once more than thirty years ago. Do you still remember?"

"Grandson remembers!"

As a Qi-training Dzogchen monk, Han Li's memory is much stronger than ordinary people. Of course, he can remember the few months when his uncle left the sect for the only time in his life.

"When I was outside the sect, I had a bad relationship and left a trace of blood. Now even my grandson is in his teens."

Han Xuan murmured.

The real situation is that at that time, he had broken through the ninth level of Qi training. He felt that his enemies, such as Hu Wanchun, had either died of old age, or they had no deep grudge against him and their strength was not much different, so they could not pose a fatal threat, so he quietly asked for leave and left the sect. Hundreds of miles away, in the market of a certain Jindan family, under the protection of many formations, they stayed in seclusion for several months, using this as an excuse to make arrangements for the next life.

"Ah? Congratulations, uncle!"

Han Li was sincerely happy for his second grandfather.

"Then let me accompany you down the mountain, so that I can bring my uncle and brother to Bihai City so that you and your family can enjoy the happiness of your family."

"Ahem, this is unnecessary." Han Xuan quickly refused.

"Our Han family, starting from your great-grandfather Han Cheng, plus you, me, and your son and daughter, there have been five immortal cultivators in five generations. It can barely be regarded as an immortal cultivating family."

"In the future, we will continue to spread our branches and spread our bloodlines, and there will be an endless stream of clansmen with spiritual roots, but all eggs cannot be placed in the same basket."

"Uncle, what do you mean?"

Han Li seemed to understand.

After continuously failing in foundation building and exceeding the sixty-year-old limit for foundation building, he no longer needed to maintain his Yuanyang body. He started marrying wives six years ago and now has five children, two of whom have spiritual roots.

"Your branch will appear in front of everyone as the Han family's main line in the future, establish the Han family of immortal cultivators, and bring glory to the Han family."

"My descendants, as the hidden bloodline of the Han family, are hidden in the sea of ​​people. They will appear occasionally to assist the Han family in showing their bloodlines. Most of the time, they will remain anonymous and pass on silently, preserving the last trace of bloodline for the family."

Han Xuan said while thinking:

"It's best for our two families to cut off contact on weekdays. Only the head of the family knows each other to prevent the enemy from discovering us in the future."

"I went down the mountain this time because I really wanted to enjoy family happiness before I die."

"But you don't have to follow."

"It's better to forget each other in the arena."

"We, grandfather and grandson, have been together for more than fifty years, but we will eventually part ways."

"Ahem, maybe we can meet again after reincarnation in the next life!"

After listening to his uncle's last words, Han Li nodded with tears streaming down his face.

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