The cultivation of immortality by mortals begins with the abandoned children of the river

The night sky is deep, and the moon is high.

In the mountains, a 14 or 15-year-old, strong and handsome boy wearing a coarse linen shirt is striding forward.

The moonlight shines on his angular face, adding a bit of charm. He holds a long sword in his hand, a strong bow on his waist, and drags a tiger with one hand, which is effortless.

"With this tiger, I can make tiger bone soup for my father tomorrow morning. I'm lucky this time. I also dug up a few old herbs and refined them into medicine powder for my father to take. I think my father's hidden injury will heal soon." Looking at the direction of Xiaoshui Village, the boy's face was full of smiles.

Suddenly, the smile on his face froze.

"What...what is that?"

The boy was stunned, and the tiger in his hand fell to the ground with a snap.

Under the moonlight, four figures flying in the sky in the distance quickly grew larger and more bizarre. There were crocodiles dozens of feet long, huge fish-like monsters, huge seahorses with long wings, and monsters with human heads and fish bodies and claws. He had never seen these terrifying monsters before.

Two figures were chasing behind, roaring, "Sea monsters, how dare you slaughter innocent mortals!"

"Slaughtering mortals?!" The boy's heart skipped a beat, and he felt cold all over, and he couldn't help but panic.

At this moment, the huge seahorse flying over his head flashed his eyes and spit out his long tongue downwards. A residual image flashed in the sky, and it actually crossed hundreds of feet and hit the boy.

The boy, who was running wildly, had a warning in his heart. He had been hunting wild beasts in the jungle since he was a child, and he had an instinctive intuition about danger.

He roared without hesitation, and stabbed the long sword in his hand upward desperately. Although he couldn't see it, he knew that the danger came from there.

With a clang, the tip of the sword shattered, and the sword body broke with it. The long tongue hit the boy's chest heavily, knocking him back more than ten feet and rolling on the ground.

"You sea monster beast dares to hurt people, die!" The two people behind roared and took the opportunity to close the distance.

The seahorse struck and left, and the four monsters chased and fled, and their figures quickly disappeared in the sky.

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In the silence, a painful roar suddenly sounded.

The boy struggled to stand up. His arms and chest bones were all broken. Blood kept oozing out of the wounds. In just a moment, it gathered into a small pool of blood under his feet.

But he still stuck his head to the ground and stood up abruptly.

"Dad! Dad, you must not be in trouble!"

Blood kept flowing out of the boy's mouth, and he started running towards home.

On the ground, the boy trembled all over, his eyes were bloodshot, and he ran desperately with all his strength. He was getting more and more panicked.

"Dad, Chuan'er is here, wait for me, wait for me."

The moonlight was covered by dark clouds, and the sky and the earth gradually became dark, and the road ahead could not be seen clearly. It was like an ancient giant beast, opening its huge mouth and swallowing the sky.

With a snap, the boy fell heavily to the ground. He felt that the broken bones pierced his internal organs and his whole body was in great pain. He panted for a moment, swallowed the blood foam in his mouth, stood up again with his head sticking, and started running.

He clenched his teeth and breathed rapidly. He felt that his strength was disappearing quickly, and his legs were as heavy as a thousand pounds and difficult to move.

In a trance, the voice and smile of his father Zhan Shou appeared in front of him, but it disappeared quickly, which made his heart extremely panicked, and an inexplicable force surged out, supporting him to move forward again.

"Dad, I'm almost there, wait for me, I'll be faster..."

In the darkness, Zhan Nianchuan stumbled and ran, and he had only one belief in his heart: go back to Xiaoshui Village and find his father.

As he got closer to home, his steps slowed down.

This is not right!

There was darkness between heaven and earth, and the silence was frightening.

Zhan Nianchuan felt that he was also swallowed by the darkness, and the boundless fear came over him, making his body and mind tremble constantly.

Where are the lights at the entrance of the village?

Where is the night watchman at the entrance of the village?

Where is Dad?

The night wind blew, carrying a strong smell of blood, as if there was a sea of ​​blood and corpses ahead. Zhan Nianchuan looked up to the sky and roared:

"Dad!!!"

The voice spread far away, and Zhan Nianchuan swung his broken arms and rushed into the village like a sharp arrow, and was suddenly tripped by the stones and wood on the ground and fell to the ground.

The cut of the broken wood pierced his face, and the blood kept flowing. He was unaware, struggled to stand up, and began to roar.

"Dad!"

"Third Uncle!"

"Aunt Hu!"

"Erniu!"

Zhan Nianchuan's eyes were filled with blood clouds, and suddenly, the clouds collapsed, and a bloody rainstorm poured down.

He knelt on the ground, howling, and roared in despair like a beast trapped in despair.

"Dad, where are you?"

"Dad, Chuan'er is back."

"Dad, I will never call you old man again, and I will never laugh at you for not being as good as me. Come out."

"Why don't you talk?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

The morning light was slightly exposed, and the chill was biting.

Zhan Nianchuan knelt on the ground like a stone sculpture, without a trace of life. There was no expression on his face, but it seemed to gather all the expressions in the world.

In front of him was Zhan Shou, who was covered in blood and unrecognizable.

"Dad, I'm here to accompany you, wait for me."

Zhan Nianchuan spurted out a mouthful of blood, fell forward heavily, and rested his head on Zhan Shou's chest.

Just like when Zhan Shou picked him up from the Wangchuan River fifteen years ago.

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In the sky, two monks were talking while flying, very angry.

"These damn sea monsters actually attacked innocent mortals, and they were at the foot of my Xuantian Mountains. They are really arrogant and treat my Xuantian Sect as nothing!" A short and fat monk with a pale face was very indignant.

"It's strange to say, the sea monsters have been like crazy recently, attacking our human race, and they keep saying that it's revenge for our slaughter of ordinary sea beasts." The middle-aged monk next to him frowned.

This made the short and fat monk stunned, "Slaughter ordinary sea beasts? When did our human race do this? Hiss, is the slaughter of this small village also revenge?"

"It's not impossible, eh... There is still a breath of life, it's the kid last night." The middle-aged monk swept the ruins of the village below with his consciousness, and was very surprised, and then descended the escape light.

The whole village has been completely reduced to ruins, with huge claw marks everywhere, corpses everywhere, and blood completely dyed the land in the village black.

A young man in a coarse linen shirt and covered in blood fell on a bloody corpse, his arms twisted into a weird angle. It was Zhan Nianchuan.

The middle-aged monk stretched out his right hand to grab Zhan Nianchuan's arm, and probed his consciousness into his body. Soon, he looked horrified and looked at Zhan Nianchuan again and again.

"Brother Ye, is there anything wrong?" The short and fat monk saw the middle-aged monk's expression as if he had seen a ghost, and was very puzzled.

"You will know when you come and see." The monk surnamed Ye put down Zhan Nianchuan's hand.

The short and fat monk stepped forward as he was told, grabbed Zhan Nianchuan's hand, and suddenly his eyes widened.

"This... this... how could he still be alive?"

"That's right," monk Ye Xing frowned, "Both arms were broken, his sternum was broken, and several broken bones pierced his internal organs. Most of his blood was lost. He is still alive with such serious injuries and still has a chance to survive!"

"Moreover, he was injured by the seahorse last night. Although the seahorse just hit him casually in a hurry, this kid didn't die and came all the way here."

The short and fat monk was stunned and felt unbelievable, "You mean he was so seriously injured and still ran away? Dozens of miles to get here?"

"That's right," Monk Ye looked at Zhan Nianchuan with admiration in his eyes, and then looked at Zhan Shou who was lying under Zhan Nianchuan, "He should have someone he cares about here."

"And I can feel that his body is terribly strong, and his soul is also unusually solid. He is obviously a mortal, without any mana fluctuations, but he has a strong body like a physical cultivator."

The short and fat monk nodded in agreement and added: "And he has spiritual roots."

"Spiritual roots? Why didn't I feel it?" Monk Ye raised his eyebrows.

"It's five spiritual roots, too complicated, so you didn't notice it, what a pity." The short and fat monk looked at Zhan Nianchuan with regret.

He really admired this kid, with an amazing body, a solid soul, a strong will, and a strong sense of love and righteousness, but it was a pity that his qualifications were too poor.

Five spiritual roots are the worst spiritual roots. People with five spiritual roots can absorb the five elements of heaven and earth, and can practice all kinds of skills, but the absorption efficiency is the lowest, so people with five spiritual roots consume the most resources and take the longest time to break through and advance.

For a long time, it has been a consensus in the world of immortal cultivation that people with five spiritual roots are equivalent to mortals.

Although Xuantian Sect is not well-known in the world of immortal cultivation, it will definitely not accept a person with five spiritual roots as a disciple.

"Wouldn't it be better to let him do chores? Anyway, his physical body is so strong, no one can beat him in carrying things." The cultivator surnamed Ye did not think it was a problem.

"Chanceries?" The short and fat cultivator thought thoughtfully.

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