Longevity: Start with the farming game!

"So, cultivation and spirit stones are the most important things."

Han Xuanyu rubbed his chin, a thoughtful look on his face.

"Then, open the roulette wheel for a draw!"

As soon as Han Xuanyu finished speaking, a golden, transparent roulette wheel instantly appeared before him.

The roulette wheel was divided into dozens of areas.

White and yellow accounted for sixty percent, green accounted for twenty percent.

Blue accounted for ten percent, purple accounted for five percent, and orange accounted for three percent, while red accounted for one percent.

The remaining one percent was divided among colors like colorless, black, gold, and rainbow, which at a glance, you could tell were high-end goods.

"Ding, the first draw only requires 10 low-grade spirit stones!"

Han Xuanyu glanced at his character template, only 50 low-grade spirit stones remained.

"Should I give it a try?"

"I'll gamble!"

Han Xuanyu used his index finger to press hard in the middle of the roulette wheel, and in an instant, the pointer of the roulette wheel began to spin wildly!

"Spirit stone mine!"

"Spirit stone mine!!"

"Spirit stone mine!!!"

Han Xuanyu kept chanting in his mouth, and a look of nervousness appeared on his face.

However, after the pointer spun around, it finally slowly stopped in the white zone, and Han Xuanyu instantly deflated.

"Ding, congratulations to the player for drawing a first-order, top-grade healing pill, the Reversion Pill!"

"This pill can heal most injuries of Qi Refining stage cultivators, including internal injuries, external injuries, loss of cultivation, etc..."

A white light flew out from the roulette wheel, and a light yellow pill the size of a longan fruit appeared out of thin air, the Reversion Pill!

Not getting a spirit stone mine made Han Xuanyu a little disappointed at first, after all, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

But when he saw the medicinal effect, his expression immediately brightened: "Good stuff! Having this pill is undoubtedly an extra life insurance."

Han Xuanyu stored the Reversion Pill in the small wooden box in the wooden house.

With just a thought, the items in the game would appear in his real body.

"It can be said that this is equivalent to an independent small world, belonging only to me..."

A gleam of light flowed in Han Xuanyu's eyes, his expression flickered, and he couldn't help but smile.

He looked at the roulette wheel again and found that the draw had become 20 low-grade spirit stones.

Han Xuanyu frowned, "Is this spirit stone draw cumulative? Or is it a multiple?"

"Forget it, now there are only 40 low-grade spirit stones left, I'll wait until the spirit plants mature and sell them for spirit stones before drawing again."

With this thought in mind, Han Xuanyu's mood suddenly brightened, and then he looked at the small wooden house.

The small wooden house was dilapidated and leaked air. Inside the house, there was only a storage wooden box and farm tools piled in the corner.

Apart from that, there was nothing else, making it look very shabby.

"It seems that I need to find some wood to repair the small wooden house in the future."

Han Xuanyu shook his head looking at the small wooden house, but he himself would not live here, so he didn't care too much.

"Next, let's take a look at the Xirang."

As Han Xuanyu spoke, he began to examine the land beneath his feet.

He casually dug a little and found that the soil, in addition to being yellow and black, also had normal moisture.

"There is no difference from ordinary soil, but the soil actually emits spiritual energy continuously?"

"The amount of spiritual energy is already comparable to a large-scale spirit gathering array, incredible!"

"No wonder the game character's cultivation base rises sharply after cultivating here for a few hours, even a blessed land is nothing more than this."

Han Xuanyu stood up in ecstasy and took a deep breath to suppress the agitation in his heart.

Then he turned to look at the well in the yard, feeling puzzled.

"The soil is already moist enough, so what is the use of this well?"

Han Xuanyu walked towards the well with curiosity.

He found that there was a circular, dark brown wooden board covering the well opening, and the entire well showed a "???" mark.

Obviously, this was not something he could explore with his current realm.

However, Han Xuanyu was curious. After thinking for a while, he couldn't help but push open the wooden board.

Han Xuanyu only pushed it open a little, and he immediately felt a black mist that froze his soul emerge from the well opening.

By the remaining light, Han Xuanyu only saw a black mist like an abyss surging in the well.

The mist was dull and dim, revealing desolation and sorrow, as if hiding the Netherworld Yellow Springs...

The moment the black mist appeared, it froze Han Xuanyu's hands, and the remaining force continued to freeze the surroundings, centered on the well opening!

The nearby spirit plants and Han Xuanyu began to turn into ice and shatter, as if this coldness wanted to extinguish all life...

"Not good!"

Han Xuanyu was shocked. He never expected that such a dangerous thing existed in the game.

But by the time he reacted, his entire consciousness had been frozen, and his thoughts were plunged into a void...

"Buzz!!!!"

At the critical moment, the Fusang tree, which had only been emitting a faint light, suddenly shone with great brilliance, dispelling all the black mist in the well.

A piece of emerald green mulberry leaf slowly fell from the Fusang tree, and finally landed lightly on the black well cover wooden board.

As if there were a pair of invisible hands, the black wooden board was slowly covered again.

Warm light began to heal everything that had been frostbitten by the black mist.

The spirit plants and Han Xuanyu, which had been frozen and shattered, were restored as if time had been reversed, and finally, the black ice on their bodies slowly faded away.

After about the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, Han Xuanyu returned to normal under the wrapping of the light.

The moment he woke up, he subconsciously jumped away from the location of the well, observing it with a look of fear.

Seeing that there was nothing unusual, Han Xuanyu crossed his arms and walked tremblingly towards the Fusang tree.

After another incense stick's worth of time, everything in the home returned to normal.

The Fusang tree no longer shone with great brilliance, but still emitted a faint yellow glow...

"Damn, I almost crashed!"

"What exactly is this well? The abyss of the underworld?"

"If there was no Fusang tree, I would have died, good fellow, can you believe that this farming game is so dangerous?"

"That soul-freezing coldness was too terrifying..."

Han Xuanyu, who had completely recovered under the Fusang tree, suddenly had a mental breakdown.

Han Xuanyu once again cast his fearful eyes on the well.

Seeing that the Fusang leaf was still firmly suppressing the well cover, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Alas, curiosity killed the cat, don't be reckless next time."

Han Xuanyu got up and reflected carefully. He also knew very little about this suddenly appearing small game.

Not knowing meant not understanding, and not understanding meant that this thing was not 100% safe.

Afterwards, he walked around the Fusang tree.

He found that it was indeed grown from two mulberry trees embracing each other, three zhang high and about one zhang in diameter, surrounded by a faint yellow glow.

Han Xuanyu felt very comfortable and peaceful in his heart.

He even vaguely developed a fearless courage.

Han Xuanyu gently stroked the mottled tree trunk, unable to help but sigh:

"Although it doesn't look as miraculous as the legends, nor as tall and towering as the legends, and there are no golden crows perched on it."

"But I vaguely feel that this Fusang divine tree has extraordinary power."

"Like a pillar supporting the sky!!!"

Han Xuanyu was very respectful to this Fusang tree that saved him, and since he walked around the tree and there was nothing unusual.

He decided to place the game character under the Fusang tree for cultivation, which was also to guard against the changes in the well.

Han Xuanyu looked at the spirit plants and, seeing that they were growing vigorously, he stopped paying attention.

He bowed to the Fusang tree and then sat down to cultivate...