Reincarnated into a great tree, I will create an immortal kingdom of God

Qingzhou, Qingniu Mountain.

It's snowing heavily and the river is not flowing.

Looking around, Qingniu Mountain is a sea of ​​silver, majestic and spectacular.

Covered by the white snow, a low blue brick house is inconspicuous.

The area inside the blue brick house is not very large, only about 80 feet.

The surroundings were empty, with only a hollow round pillar about ten feet wide standing in the middle of the room.

At this time, raging flames rose from the round mound, burning an old and dilapidated alchemy furnace above.

In front of the shabby alchemy furnace stood a man about fourteen years old, wearing a thick coat. His appearance was not extraordinary, and he could only be considered a young man with regular features.

The young man looked nervous as he stared at the alchemy furnace in front of him.

After a few breaths, a faint medicinal fragrance emanated from the old alchemy furnace.

"It's done!"

Su Mu showed joy on his face.

When he opened the lid of the alchemy furnace, the elixir inside did not disappoint him.

What he refined was an ordinary elixir called "Golden Cure Pills".

It's obviously top quality stuff.

For today, he collected many kinds of precious medicines and spent half a low-grade spirit stone to rent the earth fire and alchemy furnace.

This is his three years' savings.

Besides, on weekdays, apart from taking care of the medicine garden, he spends all his time studying alchemy.

Finally, hard work pays off.

"With this elixir, my chances of getting a spot as an outer disciple of the Huangshi Sect are very high."

Su Mu is an immortal cultivator.

Of course this is a nice way of saying it.

In fact, he was just a handyman who took care of the spiritual fields in Qingniu Mountain.

He is nearly fifteen years old.

After ten years of practice, he barely entered the second level of Qi Refining.

It can be seen from his cultivation that his talent is quite mediocre.

Pure low-grade spiritual roots.

Qingniu Yam Garden is the property of Huangshi Sect in Qingzhou.

The leader of the Huangshi Sect, Wang Qingshan, is said to be a "foundation-building master".

This is an existence that Su Mu dare not imagine.

You know, the lifespan of this kind of creature can reach more than two hundred years.

Huangshi Sect is also one of the largest forces in Qingzhou.

Relying solely on Qi training, he would never be able to become an outer disciple of the Huangshi Sect in his lifetime.

Fortunately, there are other ways to become an outer disciple of the Huangshi Sect.

For example, being an alchemist.

It just so happens that he has some talent for alchemy.

"Su Mu."

A middle-aged man with considerable authority appeared in front of Su Mu.

"Deacon Yang?"

Su Mu was slightly surprised.

The person who came was Yang Yuan, the deacon of Qingniu Mountain.

"I have something I want to talk to you about, are you free?"

Yang Yuan smiled.

Although his words were polite, Su Mu knew that he had no room for refusal.

"It is my great honor to receive your guidance, Deacon Yang."

Su Mu said respectfully.

"I already know that you are good at alchemy."

Yang Yuan said: "You are so young, but you know how to make progress. This is very good. I admire you very much.

But I also understand your background. You were born in a small mortal town, and the more you progress in alchemy, the greater your demand for medicinal materials will be.

Without support, even if you embark on the path of alchemy, it will be difficult to go far.

It just so happens that the head of the Zhao family came to me and is willing to invite you to serve as the Zhao family's priest and support you in refining pills."

This sounds like pie in the sky.

But Su Mu knew that such a good thing would not happen.

"Deacon Yang, I wonder what conditions the Zhao family has?"

He asked seriously.

"There is a condition that is not a condition."

Yang Yuan said: “This year, there are two servants in the Qingniu Mountain Herb Garden who want to enter the outer sect of the Huangshi Sect through alchemy.

One is you, and the other is Zhao Qilin, a disciple of the Zhao family, and there is only one spot available.

You only need to give up this year's assessment to become a Zhao family priest."

His eyes were gentle. “For you, giving up this year’s assessment is not a big deal at all, because you can still apply next year. It’s just like taking the assessment one year later.”

Su Mu's expression remained respectful, but his heart sank.

What Yang Yuan said sounded nice.

But when it comes to chance, how can you just give it up?

This year marks the 600th anniversary of the founding of the Huangshi Sect.

The significance is significant.

If you can be promoted to the outer sect this year, the treatment you will receive will definitely be different.

Besides, who knows whether the sect’s policy will change next year.

What if there are no vacancies next year?

Even though he resisted in his heart, Su Mu did not show it.

"Deacon Yang, this matter is of great importance. Can you give me a few more days to think about it?"

Su Mu said.

"of course can."

Yang Yuan smiled and said, "Su Mu, I have to remind you that Zhao Qilin is from the Zhao family.

Although the Zhao family is not a large family, it is at least a two hundred year old family.

As a direct disciple of the Zhao family, Zhao Qilin has been immersed in the art of alchemy since childhood. His attainments in the art of alchemy are definitely beyond your reach.

In fact, even if you take the test, it will not have much impact on Zhao Qilin.

It's just that the Zhao family doesn't want any trouble to happen, so they gave you this opportunity."

"Thank you, Deacon Yang, for thinking of me. I will go back and think about it seriously."

Su Mu said.

He lowered his head and left, his steps somewhat hurried.

Not long after Su Mu left, another middle-aged man appeared next to Yang Yuan.

"Deacon Yang, what's the situation?"

The middle-aged man said with concern.

"It's not a big problem."

Yang Yuan said calmly: "This kid is just a servant, how can he have the qualifications to resist me.

Brother Zhao, you must deliver the nine Qi Gathering Pills you promised me."

"Haha, don't worry."

Zhao Mingyang said: "Just wait for this kid to give up the test, and I will immediately present nine Qi Gathering Pills to him."

Miles away.

Su Mu was weighed down with worries and didn't dare to waste too much time, so he hurried to the medicine garden.

If anything unexpected happens in the medicine garden, he cannot bear the responsibility.

The main plant grown in the medicine garden is the spirit-gathering grass.

It is the most common elixir.

Even so, this grass is very precious to him and he must take care of it with great care.

Loosen the soil, water, check for pests...

Su Mu's movements were extremely skillful.

"If it really doesn't work, I will accept the Zhao family's conditions?"

He pondered as he worked.

The arms cannot twist the thighs.

He didn't know what benefits the Zhao family had given to Deacon Yang, so how could he dare to offend Deacon Yang?

But he still felt a little unwilling in his heart and did not make a decision immediately.

Three hours later.

Su Mu breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally finished a day's chores.

He walked quickly down the mountain.

Above the mountainside, there is something like a world of immortal cultivation.

When we reached the foot of the mountain, we found it was a mess with shanty towns everywhere.

If you are not careful on the road, you may even step on soft things.

This is where menial workers like him from Qingniu Mountain live.

More than ten feet away, a beautiful figure glanced over here.

That's Han Qianyao.

His appearance is quite stunning.

In a place like a shantytown, it looks like a white swan, out of place.

It’s a pity that Han Qianyao, like him, came from an ordinary family and could only live in a shantytown.

Su Mu didn't pay much attention to Han Qianyao.

He couldn't wait to get into his house.

The house was shabby.

There are only basic tables, chairs and beds, without any other extra decorations.

As usual, Su Mu sat cross-legged on the bed and began to practice with his eyes closed.

He was practicing the "Spirit Gathering Technique".

This is the most basic technique in the world of immortal cultivation.

Five years ago, he entered the second level of Qi Refining.

Su Mu tried to gather his energy to break through as usual.

An hour later.

Su Mu opened his eyes, full of disappointment: "It is difficult to cultivate immortality, as difficult as ascending to heaven."

Obviously his attempt failed as always.

After a while, Su Mu stood up with a cautious look on his face.

After making sure that no one was approaching his house, he sat down again and took out a small black tripod the size of a baby's fist.

This small black tripod was found at the bottom of a river when he was a child.

After that, he would intermittently sense a mental connection with the small tripod.

It was precisely because of this opportunity that he traveled thousands of miles from the mortal world to Qingniu Mountain to seek the truth.

It’s just that his previous connection with Xiao Ding was very vague.

But recently, he felt that the connection between him and Xiao Ding was becoming stronger and stronger.

Su Mu took a deep breath, holding the small tripod in both hands, and as always, he emptied his mind and sensed the small tripod in his hands with all his heart and soul.

Half an hour later!

The connection between Su Mu and Xiao Ding became stronger and stronger.

"Something's wrong. Something's wrong this time."

Su Mu's mind suddenly tensed up.

hum!

Suddenly, the small tripod released a wave of energy, covering Su Mu.

Su Mu's mind went blank.

When Su Mu regained consciousness, he felt dizzy and had difficulty concentrating!

Fortunately, as time passed, the feeling of drowsiness gradually faded away, and his mind gradually became clearer!

"What the hell is going on?"

Glancing around, Su Mu was suddenly filled with confusion!

He found that his vision was very strange, as he could see the scene in 360 degrees.

Soon he focused his attention on himself.

"It's a small black tripod."

"How did I turn into a small black tripod?"

Su Mu's mind was in turmoil.

But at this time, the small black tripod, or itself, was being enshrined in a shrine.

The shrine is in a large room.

This room is much more luxurious than where he lives.

Ten feet away was a bed, and a middle-aged man was lying there, breathing weakly and unconscious.

Below the shrine, a young girl was kneeling and worshipping him.