Tianyan original area, Anshun Prefecture, Lingyun Gate.

Lingyun Market.

On the boundless spiritual fields, the working immortal cultivators are carefully taking care of the spiritual rice in their own spiritual fields.

This is a year's income.

Out of place with these hard-working cultivators is a young man lying under the shade of a tree.

Cheng Qian, eighteen years old this year, is a time traveler.

The original body's parents had both passed away, and he was forced by some indigenous people in the market to hand over his spiritual field. Under such stimulation, he bought a low-quality pill hoping to advance to the middle stage of Qi Refining. The result was obvious: he died suddenly.

This made him come into this world.

After cultivating spiritual fields for three years, he decided to lie down!

People, you need to learn to reconcile with yourself. The Lingyun Sect doesn’t treat you as human beings at all.

In his previous life, he was an expert at falsifying accounts, but he happened to catch up with the trend and in order to reduce his punishment, he was recruited by the government and was tasked with auditing accounts.

He was well-known in the industry, but as the name suggests, he attracted a lot of attention. He knew too much and was not very low-key, so some people ganged up on him and took him down.

I came here, thinking that I would finally not have to face those people anymore and could pursue immortality. However, after three years of farming, my dream was shattered.

This fucking immortal cultivator is so cruel, even crueler than those capitalists in the previous life.

These immortal seedlings with poor spiritual roots are euphemistically claiming to be cultivating the spiritual fields for free and using the spiritual fields to accumulate resources for advancement, but it is actually just a cover.

As we all know, free is the most expensive.

The spiritual fertilizer needed for the spiritual fields, the rent of the house to live in, the daily necessities of life, the daily cultivation, and the difference between purchasing spiritual rice and buying things.

Hey, guess what?

The expenses were equal to the total income from his farming.

At the end of the year, not a penny is left.

In the first year, Cheng Qian didn’t care too much. After all, he had just arrived here, so he kept a low profile and got familiar with the environment.

The next year, he thought that his farming skills must be insufficient, so he learned farming techniques and practiced magic every day.

In the third year, after making inquiries from many sources and careful calculations, they came to a conclusion that Lingyunfang and Lingyunmen were cannibals.

The surroundings of the market town are quiet and peaceful, but if you go further out, there are many robbery cultivators. The most amazing thing is that those who come in have a smooth journey, but those who leave face many difficulties.

He even suspected that this "robbery cultivator" was a disciple of Lingyun Sect who had changed his skin so that the spiritual farmers of Lingyunfang could farm in peace.

This has some basis. The bodies of the original body's parents were sent back by the patrol team of Lingyunfang.

The people went out in groups in the morning, and the bodies were brought back at noon. No one in that small group survived.

The explanation given by the market town was that he was harmed by the robbers outside the market town, and he spread the word that exploring secret realms was unreliable.

There was nothing left of his storage bags, magic tools, or valuables.

What horrified him the most was that the corpse only gave its original owner a glance and then was packed up and taken away.

Under the pretext of "dust to dust, ashes to ashes", they were sent to the workshop and cremated in a special furnace, where they were mixed with the excrement of monsters and beasts and became spiritual fertilizer weighing one spirit stone per pound.

These casual cultivators and spiritual farmers were really taken advantage of and were eaten up completely.

Things like big data killing old customers and new trends cutting leeks are far inferior to this.

After all, killing the familiar ones will not kill them all, and cutting the leeks will still leave the roots.

So, farming? Even dogs don’t farm.

He had been thinking about a way out of the impasse for some time, and only yesterday did he have some idea.

Cheng Qian has a golden finger, which only appeared last year, which gives him a little capital to be willful.

When it came to using this golden finger, he was a little hesitant and didn't know what to use it for.

The golden finger can use half of its own essence to create a person, which exists as a completely independent avatar.

He can operate two bodies at the same time to do different things without any delay or affecting each other.

However, the clone has a characteristic that I don’t know whether it is a disadvantage or an advantage.

The only way to improve the clone realm is to stuff spirit stones into your mouth and burn them to become stronger, and it will only reach the peak of this realm and will not go any higher.

For example, Cheng Qian is currently at the second level of the Qi Refining Stage.

The clone he created from his origin can only reach the peak of Qi Refining and will never reach the Foundation Establishment stage until he dies unexpectedly or passes away from old age.

When the clone dissipates, a portion of the original body's cultivation will be returned, but the origin will be completely lost.

The advantage is that as long as you have enough spirit stones, you can upgrade very quickly and quickly form combat power.

He was a little hesitant, because that was the origin.

All Taoist friends who have practiced Taoism know this.

The origin is so precious. Wouldn’t losing half of it cost him his life?

Even if it can be replenished later, who knows how many spirit stones will be consumed, and even if you have spirit stones you may not be able to buy those rare treasures and elixirs.

He had a premonition that in the future he would resort to any means necessary to obtain these natural treasures that could make up for his original source.

So, what is the purpose of creating a clone?

This is a problem.

You can't just farm.

Until yesterday, he heard the news that the Immortal Ascension Conference, which was held once every five years, would be held in the market town.

The Ascension Conference is to test the spiritual roots of people aged 8-14 in the market town. Those with excellent spiritual roots can enter the Lingyun Gate and embark on the road to immortality.

Cheng Qian felt that this was an opportunity to create a clone, join the sect, and take advantage of the sect.

The question now is whether the clone created can enter Lingyun Gate.

If he had the same talent as him, he would definitely be given a few acres of spiritual farmland and be trapped there, working like a beast of burden for the rest of his life.

"Alas, this damn cannibalistic market will be leveled by you sooner or later."

He carried his magic weapon, the hoe, and staggered towards home.

Two old farmers in the spiritual field by the roadside looked at Cheng Qian's back and pointed and talked.

"Alas, I used to be such an honest child, but now I have been forced into this state by the people in the neighborhood."

"You are just giving up on yourself by dreaming of ascending to heaven overnight. This is the end of your life. Only people like us who work diligently and accumulate knowledge from generation to generation can have the opportunity to join the immortal sect and completely change the fate of our family."

"Who says it's not true? There is no such thing as ascending to heaven overnight. It takes many generations for a family to produce a disciple, and then rise to prominence."

"If you have high aspirations but low skills, you will fall sooner or later. I won't tell you anymore. I still have two more ridges over there."

Cheng Qian couldn't hear their conversation.

I wouldn't care even if I heard it.

Now he only wants to use the information he knows to create a clone. He doesn't want to live a hard life anymore!

Who doesn’t talk behind others’ back? And who doesn’t talk behind others’ back?

Besides, they have been smoothed out and are just mediocre people among the vast number of people.

Have they never thought about soaring to the sky, joining the immortal sect, and being respected by others?

Have they never thought of riding a sword and riding the wind, traveling to Cangwu in the morning and Beihai in the evening?

Have they never thought of picking up the sun and the moon with a flip of their hands, and covering the rivers with a flip of their hands?

It was just that he was confined to these few acres of spiritual fields by the Lingyun Sect, his talent, and his own cowardice.

The body is unable to break through, and the spirit is also imprisoned, becoming a sparrow that buries its head in its work.

Our ancestors said it well: How can a sparrow understand the ambition of a swan?

He, Cheng Qian, lived another life.

I would rather die heroically than be locked up like a pig or dog and live like a livestock.

I've traveled through time and space, and I'm still living a peaceful life as a slave. Isn't it a waste of time?

Cheng Qian returned to his shabby house and took out all his belongings, 120 spirit stones, from under the stove.

This was the money his parents saved for him and himself before they left.

Now, this spirit stone is about to come in handy.

It hurts.

"Damn it, just think of it as venture capital. If it works, I'll have a good life. If it doesn't, I'll just farm a few plots!"

He slammed the door shut and walked towards the market at the foot of the mountain.

He had to create a clone there and give it a reasonable identity.

In this world of cultivating immortals, the rules and regulations in every aspect are very strict for the lower-level cultivators.

The rules are very restrictive.