Wen Jing now lives in a small village at the foot of the Xunyang Mountains.

At the entrance of the village, there is a clear spring that is cool, sweet, and has a hint of spiritual energy. It is said that immortals passing by once stopped here to drink water, so it is called Qingquan Village. The people

here are simple and honest, and the place is small. There are only a few dozen men, women, old and young. If a family beats a child at night, the whole village will know before dawn. The villagers rely on the mountains for their livelihood, and most of them rely on the herbs and wild animals produced in the Xunyang Mountains for their livelihood.

Qingquan Village is not a place of outstanding people and spiritual places, but it has a bit of fairy air.

Wen Jing has lived in this quiet little village for ten years.

How did he come to this world? It is not clear.

In the first few years, Wen Jing was as ignorant as other babies and had no memory. When he was seven years old, a slight earthquake occurred in the Xunyang Mountains. While shaking, Wen Jing seemed to be crazy and saw many chaotic pictures in front of his eyes. From then on, every bit of his past life came back.

He was stunned for a while to find that he was living in the world of "The Tribulation of All Life". When he understood his identity, he immediately woke up and slowly planned his life.

Specifically, his current problem is: how to survive.

An old man and a child sat at a wooden table, and Lu Yunfei looked at Wen Jing kindly.

"Jing'er, how is your practice of Pure Brightness recently?"

Pure Brightness is one of the introductory techniques for cultivating immortals. It is divided into levels one to thirteen. You can buy it in Xunyang Town, the nearest town to Qingquan Village, for two spirit stones.

The fish-flavored eggplant is tender and smooth, and melts in your mouth. Wen Jing has to admire Lu Yuntian's cooking skills. He swallowed twice before saying slowly, "I'm still stuck at the third level and can't break through."

Lu Yunfei smiled, "Have you been playing too much and not practicing recently?"

"I'm not playing too much, but it seems I've hit a bottleneck."

Lu Yunfei was silent, then smiled and said, "In another three months, the Qingxu Sword Sect will open its gates once every five years and recruit disciples. Grandpa is worried that you won't be able to get in."

"Don't worry, Grandpa, your grandson will definitely work hard." Wen Jing assured anxiously, his face full of filial piety.

Lu Yunfei hooked his nose: "If you break through the fourth level, grandpa will take you to Xunyang Town to play. Grandpa will buy you whatever you want."

"Okay."

Day after day, Wen Jing played the role of a filial grandson, cooperating with Lu Yunfei's kindness, and was very kind, not daring to let him see anything unusual.

This Lu Yunfei is actually not his biological grandfather.

Wen Jing is a kidnapped child.

His true life experience is no longer traceable. Wen Jing was brought to Qingquan Village by Lu Yunfei when he was three years old.

Lu Yunfei has only one purpose in raising him until now -

to seize him.

Lu Yunfei's qualifications are low, and he has only reached the seventh level of Qi training after practicing for a lifetime. Now he is over 90 years old, on his deathbed, but unwilling to wait for death. Fortunately, he found an ancient scroll many years ago, which can temporarily condense his soul after death, and then take over. Over the years, he has been looking for children with good qualifications, hoping to take over young bodies and start over. Finally, God did not kill him, and he met Wen Jing by chance. Lu Yunfei was overjoyed and abducted him to Qingquan Village to settle down and raised him in the name of grandfather.

If this old ghost took over his body, Wen Jing would be dead...

Therefore, he has been looking for a way to escape since he could remember.

He tried to escape, but found that Lu Yunfei had placed a ban on him with a talisman, so that he could not run out of Qingquan Village. He had thought about resisting, but unfortunately Lu Yunfei's cultivation had already reached the seventh level of Qi training. Even if Wen Jing tried his best to cultivate, he could not defeat him.

As for asking the villagers for help, it was even more nonsense.

The villagers were all simple and honest people. They did not understand cultivation and had never heard of the matter of snatching the body. Telling them would only drag down their lives. Besides, Lu Yunfei was a kind old man, well-educated, and caring for his grandson. How could anyone believe a child like Wen Jing?

The success rate of snatching the body was only 20% to 50%. The greater the difference in the cultivation of the immortal cultivators, the easier it was to snatch the body. If it failed, the soul would be scattered. Lu Yunfei had been afraid of death for many years, which was why he had delayed until now. But the day when the gate of the Qingxu Sword Sect was opened was imminent, and he had to risk it.

As one of the five major sects of cultivation, Qingxu Sword Sect only recruits cultivators under the age of sixteen who have reached the fourth level of Qi training. Therefore, Lu Yunfei is eager to let Wen Jing reach the fourth level of Qi training. Otherwise, he will not be able to practice for about a year after the seizure, and Lu Yunfei will not be able to become a disciple.

In the book, although the chance is slim, Lu Yunfei succeeds in seizing the master, and enters Qingxu Sword Sect under the name of "Lu Jing", becoming a young disciple.

The situation is urgent, and Wen Jing dare not have the slightest luck.

He has already broken through the fifth level of Qi training, but Lu Yunfei has not learned the "Heavenly Eye Technique" and cannot see the depth of his cultivation. But if he wants to reach the seventh level of Qi training within three months and compete with Lu Yunfei, it is just a dream.

As a die-hard reader of "The Tribulation of All Life", Wen Jing only hopes that this can help a little.

The rain outside the window is getting heavier.

Several peaks stand tall in the wind and rain, revealing a hint of fierceness.