Longevity: Starting with Only One Life, Cultivation Depends Entirely on Survival

Jiang Mu waved his hand, and several bottles of pills appeared in his hand, all of which were within the range of what ordinary people could bear.

"These pills, as long as there is still a breath, you will not die."

The quality of the pills is too high, and the body of ordinary people cannot bear the medicinal properties.

"Jiang Zu, this..."

Li Qingshan accepted the gift from Jiang Mu.

Li Qingshan did not dare to disobey Jiang Mu's words. After all, it was their Li family who found the Qingxuan Mountain in Zhennan City from Luodu and made the decision to change Qingxuan Mountain into their Li family ancestral temple.

So their Li family did not dare to bury their ancestors here.

"Yes, Jiang Zu."

Li Qingshan agreed, just hoping that Jiang Mu would not blame their Li family.

"Also, tell Li Xian to study hard and not think about going to the brothel all day long."

After saying this, Jiang Mu's figure faded in the wind and slowly disappeared.

"Jiang Zu..."

Li Qingshan looked at this immortal-like method, shouted, and then sighed.

The fate of the Li family and Jiang Zu ended here.

But the members of the Li family outside were in an uproar. They saw Li Qingshan yelling "Jiang Zu" to the young man in front of him and then kneeling down.

Then he said something unknown, and the young man suddenly disappeared.

Especially those who were standing close were even more unbelievable.

They actually saw Jiang Zu, who only appeared in their ears...

Li Xian saw Jiang Mu suddenly disappear, and ran forward excitedly, pulling the corner of Li Qingshan's clothes and excitedly said: "Dad! Was that really Jiang Zu just now?!"

Li Qingshan nodded.

"It's really Jiang Zu!"

Li Xian was even more excited, "Jiang Zu actually lied to me, saying that his name is Kunli, and asked me to call him cousin..."

"Hey? If I call Jiang Zu cousin, then I am of the same generation as him?"

Li Qingshan slapped him from behind.

"What cousin? That's your Jiang Zu!"

"Also, Jiang Zu left you a message."

"Ah? For me? What is it?"

Li Xian was so excited that he rubbed his hands.

What would Jiang Zu say specifically for me... I'm looking forward to it.

Li Qingshan shook his head slightly, sighed, and said with a glare: "Jiang Zu told you, a useless person, to study hard and stop going to brothels!"

"Go back and see how I will treat you!"

Li Xian: "⊙︿⊙"

Li Xian thought, no, Jiang Zu just left me this message?

He must have heard me say bad things about him...

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Since Jiang Mu appeared, the Li family has undergone drastic changes. The ancestor worship ceremony ended hastily after only one day.

They even began to evacuate Qingxuan Sect one after another, but except for the people who left, everything else was left behind. Li Qingshan meant to leave it to Jiang Mu.

Although Jiang Zu's shadow was no longer seen in the entire Qingxuan Mountain, no matter whether Jiang Zu needed it or not, it was enough as long as his intention was there.

Since then, the descendants of the Li family kept their promise and no longer came to Qingxuan Mountain to worship their ancestors.

And Jiang Mu, one night, quietly performed magic and removed the stone bridge connecting the two banks.

Qingxuan Mountain is Jiang Mu's Qingxuan Sect, and he doesn't want to become anyone's ancestral temple.

Moreover, Jiang Mu found that none of the descendants of the Li family had entered the path of cultivation. It seemed that all this was destined.

The shadow of the ancestors cannot protect the descendants forever. After hundreds of years, he did not have much deep feelings with the descendants of the Li family. From now on, how the Li family develops depends on themselves.

...

The night sky is bright and the stars are sparse.

Jiang Mu dug his own grave under the moonlight.

When he dug his grave, the information buried at the beginning had not changed, and no one had moved it.

With a smile, Jiang Mu turned the information into powder and lay down in it.

Then he closed the coffin with a bang, and the tombstone, the surrounding graves and soil returned to their original positions and formed a grave again.

That's right, Jiang Mu buried himself.

"I hope that when I wake up, I have broken through and left the realm of Yuanying."

Jiang Mu thought so.

Of course, he was not really sleeping, but entering a state of retreat and beginning to comprehend the truth.

Although there was no bottleneck in his cultivation, if he wanted to break out of this star, the first hurdle he faced was the chaotic world with a quasi-saint in charge.

Without some means of saving his life, how could he gain a foothold in Qingzhou?

So Jiang Mu wondered, could he improve the techniques he practiced and turn them into his own?

For example, this "Hundred-handed Meteor Fist", "Godly Walking Illusion", "Stepping Song", etc.

He had already reached the peak of the Nascent Soul, and he did have the capital to create his own techniques.

It was the same old saying, if you don't have enough comprehension, you can make up for it with time.

With such a great dream, Jiang Mu closed his own aura and slept in such a pile of graves, not asking about worldly affairs.

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The world has changed, dynasties have changed, and worldly affairs have changed.

Jiang Mu has been in retreat for more than 900 years.

900 years is enough for many changes even in the world of immortal cultivation.

More than nine hundred years ago, with the end of the war in the Fallen God Forbidden Zone, a hundred years later, the aura of Jiuzhou began to recover.

Across the entire Jiuzhou continent, more and more people began to practice cultivation, and many new sects sprang up.

The world of cultivating immortals was full of vitality and began to develop towards its peak.

Many cultivators were looking forward to the arrival of the great era, hoping to achieve great things, but only a few people knew that this was just another round of tragic fate.

. You provide the immortality of the great god Zhixiaoyuan: You only have one life at the beginning, and your cultivation depends entirely on survival