Immortality and Cultivation: This old man seeks enlightenment through mere survival.

In the distance, the sun is rising.

The morning light illuminated the earth and mountains, but the morning mist had not yet dissipated, and the area was still shrouded in clouds and fog.

Lu Zaian got up early and was bending over to pull weeds in the field outside the cave.

Since I've decided to stay in the Valley of Spirit Medicine, I naturally need to do what I'm supposed to do in my current role.

Both acres of land were sown with seeds of the three-flowered chrysanthemum. If we do not take good care of them and weed and kill pests, the harvest will be meager after a month.

According to the introduction in the outer disciple's handbook.

Lu Zaian must submit at least 360 plants of the Three Mysterious Flowers every month.

In fact, if calculated according to the standard density of 300 plants per acre of medicinal herb field.

So there should be a total of 600 plants on two acres of land.

However, considering factors such as inferior varieties, flower losses due to non-human factors, and the need to retain plants for future cultivation of more petals, etc.

Ultimately, only about four hundred plants will remain.

Next, 90% of these 400 plants will be taken and handed over to the Juling Hall's mission hall to complete the quota.

The remaining ten percent is entirely at the disciples' disposal.

These remaining medicinal herbs can be used to refine elixirs, or they can be exchanged for precious spirit stones...

In short, the more superb one's planting skills, the more abundant the medicinal herbs one can obtain and possess.

That is why many outer disciples are willing to come to the medicinal field to serve as a spirit plant master.

After all, this way, one can avoid taking on excessive risks and reliably acquire valuable cultivation resources.

Suddenly, a delicate shout came from outside, growing louder as it approached.

"Old man surnamed Lu, come out here!"

Lu Zaian suddenly looked up. His surname was Lu? An old man?

Is this someone calling out to themselves?

Hearing the somewhat familiar voice, Lu Zaian realized who it was.

It seems to be that female cultivator named Jiang Qiuyue, who is also Xiao Fenlin's personal disciple.

After all, I was new here and didn't know many people.

Coming to my senses, I saw a graceful figure riding a red ribbon fly wildly above the herb field, hurtling towards us.

Hearing the commotion, countless disciples in the houses next to the herb field rushed out to investigate.

"Was that Junior Sister Jiang who just flew over the herb field? Why does she seem to be in such a bad mood?"

"It seems to be her. Don't you know? I heard that Elder Xiao was killed by the Refining Fire Sect. That was Junior Sister Jiang's master!" a disciple whispered.

"What? I've never heard of this? Where did the Fire Refining Sect get the audacity?!"

"I don't know about that, but I heard that the Valley Master has already ordered measures to punish the Fire Refining Sect..."

The disciples whispered among themselves, but dared not step forward rashly.

A beautiful woman in a red dress landed next to Lu Zaian, her eyes glaring at him reproachfully.

However, judging from her red and swollen eyes and haggard appearance, it seemed as if she had been crying all night.

'Why is she here?'

Lu Zaian had a vague idea of ​​what was going on, but he pretended to know nothing and quickly clasped his hands in a fist and bowed to him, saying:

"Senior Sister Jiang, hello, were you calling me just now?"

Jiang Qiuyue's reproachful gaze suddenly froze.

She's always been called "Junior Sister," and this is the first time someone has called her "Senior Sister."

However, after only a moment of surprise, she still didn't give Lu Zaian a kind look, and she said through gritted teeth.

"Of course they're calling you. Is there another old man surnamed Lu here besides you?"

"Yes, yes, yes, I wonder what your instructions are, Senior Sister? If it's something within my power, I will certainly cooperate."

Lu Zai'an pretended to be apprehensive, but in reality, he didn't want to provoke her.

Jiang Qiuyue looked Lu Zaian up and down again, her eyes filled with resentment, doubt, and a sense of inadequacy.

"You...you really saw my master die with your own eyes?"

Jiang Qiuyue still couldn't believe it. After learning the devastating news of her master's passing from her senior brother Lin, she was heartbroken and saddened for an entire night.

For her, who lost both parents at a young age and was all alone, her master was as important as her biological father.

From the day she stepped into the Valley of Spirit Medicine, her master poured all his love and care into her.

Her master always patiently tolerated her occasional outbursts of bad temper and carefully guided her through the difficulties she encountered on her path of cultivation.

He taught her alchemy techniques without reservation.

Although she sometimes felt weary of her master's strict discipline, deep down she held him in high esteem and affection.

However, Lu Zaian, who was standing in front of her at this moment, brought her devastating news about her master.

What she found even more unacceptable was that he had actually devoured her master's precious soul memories!

Many cultivators firmly believe in the cycle of reincarnation—if the three souls and seven spirits have not yet completely dissipated, there is a chance to escape into the cycle of reincarnation and be reborn to cultivate again.

Jiang Qiuyue knew in her heart that the real culprit was the hateful Refining Fire Sect.

But even now, facing Lu Zaian, he couldn't help but feel resentment:

Why was it that such a dull-witted person absorbed his master's memories?

She regretted that she had always been playful and had not seriously studied her master's skills before.

We will inherit our master's precious knowledge of medicinal herb cultivation and alchemy.

But now, it may be a pearl hidden in the dust...

"Yes, please accept my condolences, Senior Sister. I witnessed Elder Xiao pulling two people from the Refining Fire Sect to self-destruct. I was just away from the center of the explosion, which is why I was able to survive."

Lu Zaian sighed, his voice filled with lingering fear.

Hearing Lu Zaian's words, Jiang Qiuyue's resentment lessened slightly.

Yes, Jiang Qiuyue knew it was wrong to vent her emotions on Lu Zaian, but she still couldn't help it.

As expected, Master was right; I still have too much of a bad temper...

"You absorbed your master's memories... that's proof he was here. Now that things have come to this, I hope you can study them carefully and make good use of them..."

Jiang Qiuyue left those words expressionlessly and stiffly, then turned and walked away dejectedly.

Lu Zaian was left standing there, shaking his head with a wry smile.

He could completely understand Jiang Qiuyue's behavior at this moment.

After all, her master's sudden passing was undoubtedly a heavy blow to her, and it would be difficult for anyone to accept such a cruel fact in a short period of time.

Therefore, when Jiang Qiuyue learned that an outsider had absorbed her master's memories, she impulsively came to confront him, putting on a fierce and accusatory act.

Fortunately, Jiang Qiuyue was not a bad person by nature and did not have a substantial impact on Lu Zai'an.

"Keep weeding, there's still an acre and a half left."

Putting aside his distractions, Lu Zaian continued to bury himself in the medicinal herb field.

In the days that followed, news of Elder Xiao's death spread throughout the Spirit Medicine Valley.

However, only a few high-ranking members and disciples knew what role Lu Zaian played in all of this.

Most people in Lingyao Valley were completely unaware of Lu Zaian, this newly initiated disciple.

Or, if disciples living near the medicinal fields came to inquire out of curiosity, Lu Zaian would casually brush them off.

And so, Lu Zaian quietly settled down in the back mountain of the medicinal herb field.