I am a living immortal.

Su Mu reached out, and a ball of spiritual energy appeared in her hand. She squeezed it, and it dispersed. Although it was dominated by spiritual energy, its quality was far inferior to that of the outside world. Not to mention now, it was far inferior even before the restoration of heaven and earth.

With a snap of his fingers, a strong wind arose out of nowhere, rustling the surrounding leaves.

Seeing this gust of wind, it was indeed so. The power of the magic was much weaker. In the outside world, his finger could stir up a strong wind, but here it was just a strong wind.

Accompanied by the strong wind, Su Mu's figure disappeared from the spot.

It is early spring in the cave world now, willows are sprouting, and all things are coming back to life.

In the fields, many people were already planting rice with their sleeves rolled up. A strong wind blew up, but it was not cold at all, and could be called a gentle breeze.

Several middle-aged men planting rice looked up, puzzled. How could such a sudden gale arise from such cloudless skies? Fortunately, the gust of wind had vanished as quickly as it had come. Perhaps it was some immortal casting a spell, sending it careening through the air.

With this in mind, his thoughts continued. The annual apprenticeship conference was approaching, and he didn't know if his useless child would be chosen. He was only eleven years old this year.

This disciple-recruiting conference is said to be recruiting disciples, but in fact it is just a test of talent, and in the end one has to start from doing menial work.

But how many people in this dynasty are qualified enough to serve as menial servants in the Immortal Sect? One in ten thousand, that's all. Yet everyone clings to that glimmer of hope: if they're chosen, they'll truly be immortal and mortal, soaring to prominence. If only one person emerges, even the local tycoons who usually lord it over the village, and the county magistrates they only see a few times a year, will all come to curry favor.

They've heard that someone from the next village has been elected, their leaky house has been renovated, and gold, silver, jewelry, fertile land, and beautiful houses have been delivered to their doorsteps free of charge. You have no choice but to accept their favors.

Not to mention these, even if the whole family is exempted from military service and land tax, it is enough for people to live a happy and harmonious life.

Once you enter the immortal gate, if you're lucky enough to take a step up from menial labor, wouldn't that magical elixir be within your reach? By then, you'd be immune to all poisons, own dozens of acres of fertile land, employ a few farmers, and keep a few servants to serve you. That life would be nothing more than a dream.

"Hey! Come back to your senses!" When others saw this expression, they knew that he had gone crazy again.

"Old Chen, forget about your son. Even the county magistrate's son might not be selected. So don't think about these things. Just focus on planting rice."

"Hahaha."

The people around him laughed, but there wasn't much malice. After all, who hasn't thought about it? It was just a daydream.

The middle-aged man named Lao Chen also knew this. He chuckled twice and went back to planting rice. Their lives weren't really that difficult. Although the land taxes were a bit high, with these fields, they could help the landlords during the busy farming season, and during the slack season, they could go to the mountains to pick wild vegetables and do some chores. If the harvest was good, the family would have enough to eat all year round and even have some left over. If the harvest was bad, they could survive by skipping meals.

So there was nothing to be dissatisfied with. Besides, their fields were all fertile land, and the harvests were generally good. Furthermore, there was an immortal sect in their area, so their safety was guaranteed, and they didn't have to worry about someone dying inexplicably one day.

But just after planting a few seedlings, people around started shouting again.

"Hey, Lao Chen, Lao Chen, take a look and see if anyone is coming."

The person next to him had narrowed his eyes and was watching a figure slowly walking towards him in the distance.

Old Chen looked up and saw someone, but he didn't pay much attention. "He walked here, not flew here. Why are you so excited? Maybe he's just passing by."

"That's right." The man thought, he was too excited.

In fact, they couldn't help but be excited. They said it was impossible, impossible, but in their hearts they were looking forward to it more than anyone else. It was really a complicated emotion.

When Su Mu came to this small town from the mountains, he could sense the strange looks and whispers from afar. The wind, carrying the words of others, told him the answer.

From these few words, Su Mu guessed roughly what was going on. This made him look a little strange. He hadn't expected this setting to sound so familiar, a sense of déjà vu. He had come from classical Xianxia to traditional Xianxia.

Immortal sects, testing one's innate talent. But thinking about it this way makes perfect sense. After all, this cave world is essentially a powerhouse of faith. Major immortal sects command smaller ones, and smaller ones govern the millions of people. The inherent uniqueness of the immortal path also instills a sense of worship in everyone. Ordinary people aspire to become immortals, while cultivators aspire to become stronger and join higher sects. One thing leads to another, a yearning for the immortal path. But this immortal path is not that immortal path; this immortal path is the cave world itself.

There is not much difference between devoting oneself to the immortal path and believing in the cave heaven.

This mechanism does not even need to be deliberately guided; it can operate naturally as long as the status of the immortals is elevated.

How should I put it, it is indeed a product of ancient times.

Su Mu found these things more and more interesting. He wanted to know how to cultivate immortals in this cave world.

As he walked along the muddy path, the farmers turned their gazes to him. Their eyes held curiosity, a touch of longing, and admiration. Su Mu's temperament was truly different.

She was dressed very simply, wearing a simple wide-sleeved plain robe and a simple wooden hairpin. She was essentially different from those immortal cultivators who wore silk, gold and red patterns.

Actually, this was a misunderstanding. There were also cultivators in the outside world who were flamboyant, but Su Mu was just used to it. For example, Lin Yuan and Yun Yue both wore unusual attire.

Even those immortal cultivators who like to live a simple life are only this simple.

But even so, everyone still subconsciously classified him as a cultivator. No one knew why.

But no one asked.

No one else spoke, but Su Mu spoke first: "Excuse me, where is this place?"

The young man being questioned was stunned for a moment, then quickly replied, "This is Linjia Village. Xian... Sir, are you going to Pingyang County? Go straight ahead from Pingyang County and cross that mountain to get there."

The young man spoke with a nervous pace.

Su Mu smiled and said, "Thank you."

The young man felt even more embarrassed. But this embarrassment was tinged with a hint of disappointment. It seemed this person was truly a casual passerby. If they were immortals, they wouldn't question them, but would simply fly over their heads.

Even when asked a question, he would not say thank you, as if it was a matter of course.

Although disappointed, the young man was still quite enthusiastic. He told Su Mu that if they wanted to go to Pingyang County, it might take several hours. They probably wouldn't arrive before dark, and they might have to rest for the night in the town ahead.