The ancestor is incompetent!

Chapter 1: The Laughing Stock of the Sect
Guangyuan Mountains, Qiling Gate.

A group of slender white cranes flew leisurely over the mountaintop. The sound of refreshing bells came from the forest covered with light mist. On the flat ground on the mountainside, a group of Taoist priests in Taoist robes were performing palm techniques.

The middle-aged Taoist priest in the lead had his hair neatly tied up with a Taoist crown. His hands and feet moved smoothly as flowing water, giving people an indescribable sense of comfort.

As for the group of young Taoists behind him, they were much inferior. Most of them only imitated his form but did not seek his spirit.

Among the last row of Taoists, there was a handsome young man with curved eyebrows who was meticulously practicing the Xuanqi Palm Technique passed down by the sect.

This is the sect's rule. On the morning of the first day of every lunar month, at the beginning of the Chen hour, the elders will lead all the disciples, except those on important missions, to Qi Feng's pulpit to practice the Xuan Qi Palm Technique for half an hour.

Although Li Yuan did not understand the sect's old rules, he was just an unknown little disciple under Lingfeng, so he just followed them.

"Dang~"

A bell rang from the mountain, and it was already three quarters past three in the morning. The palm technique had just been performed three times.

The elder in front of the disciples put his hands together, put one hand behind his back, glanced at the disciples with his shrewd eyes, nodded and said, "Yes, there are seven or eight more disciples this time than in the past few months.

My Qi Ling Sect is descended from the ancient Taoist Xuanyuan lineage. Even though it is not as prosperous now as in the ancient times, we still have to observe the rules and etiquette.

You should practice well. "

Speak, he waved his sleeves, and a green lotus leaf appeared in front of him, turning into a wide leaf, carrying him to the sky, which made all the disciples jealous and bowed to him, saying, "Farewell, Elder."

After the elders left, Li Yuan also prepared to return to his residence. He was a disciple of Lingfeng, but he got up in the middle of the night to rush to Qifeng.

More than 40 or 50 disciples dispersed, but three disciples gathered together and came to Li Yuan. The leader was a thin young man with narrow eyes. He smiled maliciously and said, "Junior Brother Li Yuan, is the wound on your neck healed?"

Li Yuan paused when he heard this, turned around, touched the already shallow scar on his neck, bowed and smiled, "Thank you, Senior Brother Wang Chuan, for your care. It's healed now, it's not a big deal."

“Haha, Junior Brother is really careless.” A short fat man beside Wang Chuan couldn’t help laughing and said, “After all, you are a disciple of my Qi Ling Sect, a cultivator of immortality, but you were almost pierced in the throat by a mortal swordsman.

If this gets out, people will be laughed at to death."

The disciples who had not yet left the area were also talking in groups of three or four, laughing. Apparently, this matter was no longer a secret.

Li Yuan did not get angry. What others said was true. It was true that he was not as skilled as others. As for being humiliated, he was too thick-skinned to feel it.

So, he smiled, his eyebrows curved, and said a little embarrassedly: "I'm sorry to make you laugh, senior brothers, it's my dull talent and low magic power. I also want to thank Senior Brother Wang Chuan for coming to help in time."

Li Yuan took out a small square stone from his sleeve pocket, handed it to Wang Chuan, and said with a slightly red face: "This is a little gift from my junior brother, please don't despise it."

"what?"

The words Wang Chuan was about to say paused for a moment. Looking at the blushing face of his junior brother in front of him, the spirit stone handed to him, and the curious looks from the people around him, he actually stuttered.

“This… this…

We are all fellow disciples, so it is natural for us to help each other. Junior brother, just take good care of your injuries. How can I take this spiritual stone?"

Wang Chuan waved his hand and pushed the spirit stone back.

"Hey, senior brother, what's wrong with you?" The short and fat disciple was a little confused. Why did this playboy Wang Chuan suddenly change his temper today?

"In that case, thank you very much, senior brother." Li Yuan had a grateful look on his face and even wanted to grab Wang Chuan's sleeve to express his gratitude, which made Wang Chuan blush. How could two men pull each other in public?
After leaving the crowd, Li Yuan's face returned to calmness. This little bit of trouble from his fellow disciples was harmless, but perhaps it was very shameful for people in this world.

But for Li Yuan, who had experienced countless dirty words in his previous life, it was nothing.

He was originally an ordinary young man on Earth, but he died at the age of twenty-seven due to a congenital hereditary family disease.

When I opened my eyes again, I was already in this world of cultivating immortals.

In this life, Li Yuan was a child who was abducted from the foot of the mountain. Fortunately, he was rescued by disciples on Mount Qi Ling. They discovered that he had spiritual roots, so they brought him to the mountain to practice.

Li Yuan's qualifications cannot be said to be very bad, but they are not good either.

According to the elders who teach skills at Lingfeng, the spiritual roots in the world are divided into heavenly spiritual roots, earthly spiritual roots, and human spiritual roots. These three kinds of spiritual roots are further divided into upper, middle, and lower grades. Heavenly spiritual roots are legendary, and even among the hundreds of disciples of Qiling Sect, there may not be even one with earthly spiritual roots.

As for what kind of spiritual roots the two ancestors in the sect have, they don't know.

Li Yuan's spiritual roots are of average quality. If he practices diligently for a hundred years, he might be able to become an elder.

With light leaps, he climbed the rocks and turned over more swiftly than a monkey. He could cover a distance of several feet with just one step on a branch. He planned to return to Lingfeng before noon.

The Qi Ling Sect is a medium-sized sect, divided into Qi Feng and Ling Feng. There are more than a hundred disciples in the sect. There are tens of thousands of mortals who serve as monks for cultivation at the foot of the mountain alone. It controls an area of ​​nearly a thousand miles in the Guangyuan Mountains.

The sect's formation is less than a hundred miles long, but with more than a hundred disciples scattered in the mountains and forests, it can only be said that it is a sparsely populated area.

Most of the disciples in the sect are in the early stage of Qi Refining. The masters and elders of the two peaks are all masters in the peak and late stage of Qi Refining.

As for the two old ancestors in the sect, they are both true cultivators who have established a foundation in Taoism. They are masters of foundation building, and it is not something a small shrimp like Li Yuan can see.

Now 19 years old, Li Yuan is only in the initial stage of Qi training. He uses the Qi of heaven and earth to train his blood and nourish his flesh. His magic power is mediocre, and he is just a background board in the crowd.

But there is a world of difference between a Qi-refining cultivator and a mortal being. Regardless of martial arts, the five words "refining Qi for two hundred years" alone are enough to make the difference between an immortal and a mortal.

If these Qi-refining disciples can practice peacefully, their lifespan can reach two hundred years, which is almost the time it takes for a dynasty to rise and fall.

As for the true cultivation of foundation building, they are even masters with a lifespan of 500 years. Not to mention ordinary people, even small Qi-refining cultivators like them rarely have the opportunity to come into contact with them.

Li Yuan crossed the mountains and returned to his cave around noon.

Lingfeng is not just a mountain, but a division of two forces within the sect. His cave residence was built in the middle of a hill, a three-story attic courtyard, which was left by the previous disciples and was given to him, the younger generation.

Walking to the door, Li Yuan took out a token from his sleeve pocket and waved it towards the gate. A green light flashed, and a layer of restriction opened up. He walked back into the yard.

The Qi Ling Sect is a medium-sized sect with only so many disciples. This simple restriction can only protect against wind and rain and interference from wild beasts and mortals. An early cultivator can easily break it by pinching the fingers three or five times and using some tricks.

But it is something that symbolizes sovereignty and identity, and it is rare for an early monk to have such protection.

Li Yuan walked to the osmanthus tree in the yard, sat on the recliner to rest for a while, then picked up the teapot, poured himself a cup of tea, and drank it all in one gulp.

After learning the skills and entering the stage of Qi Refining, he no longer needed to eat every day. He only needed to drink some tea or eat some spiritual rice every ten days or half a month.

At this moment, Li Yuan was lying on the chair. He kicked his feet lightly and the bench began to sway back and forth.

He lay comfortably on the chair padded with soft cloth, smelling the sweet scent of osmanthus above his head, thinking about taking a nap.

When it comes to spiritual practice, don't be in a rush. Only when you have enough rest can you practice better.

Li Yuan is a man who has lived a second life. He yearns to practice immortality, but he also knows that this path is difficult. It is not something that can be achieved by just getting excited or practicing hard in seclusion.

Last month, when he was out of the sect doing some errands, he encountered a swordsman from Jianghu. He was careless and almost had his throat pierced by the swordsman. Once this happened, he became a laughing stock that everyone in the sect had heard of.

Even other sects had heard about it, because the Guangyuan Mountains were close to Wenshan Market, and fellow sect members spread the news.

But Li Yuan was not angry, nor was he ashamed. He was a man who could live comfortably amidst countless ridicules in his previous life. Reputation was not important to him.

He knew that he had poor talent in magic, average spiritual roots, and mediocre appearance, but this did not stop him from wanting to achieve immortality.

Li Yuan recalled what the ancient sage Lao Tzu said: "The highest good is like water. Water benefits all things without contending; no one in the world can contend with it."

I have no family background, no good spiritual roots, no money, no friends, and no luck. I can only seek stability, accumulate strength, and have the right time, place, and people, so that I can have a hope for a great road.

However, Li Yuan reached out and touched the stone table. The stone surface had become uneven due to years of wear and tear and the carvings of wind and rain. He touched a concave spot.

In an instant, his spiritual consciousness turned upside down and he arrived at a dense forest.

(End of this chapter)