Qingzhu Village.

 Lin Feng, who was 103 years old, sat on the stone pillar by the door, leaning on a green bamboo staff.

 This bamboo staff is as thick as a wrist, with an ancient pattern on its surface. And its age is hundreds of years older than that of Lin Feng.

 The village is not large, with just a few dozen households, living off the land they have.

 Young people all leave for other places, leaving behind only the elderly and children.

 He is the oldest.

 Great-granddaughter Lin Ziyun, who is sixteen years old, went up the mountain early in the morning to dig wild herbs and hasn't come back yet.

 Lin Feng didn't move, just sitting there.

 He actually shouldn't be from this village.

 Eighty years ago, he was an ordinary white-collar worker on Earth. After a hangover, he unexpectedly found himself in this strange world of cultivation.

 At that time, he was in his early twenties, but due to failing the spiritual root test, he had to resign himself to an ordinary life of a farmer, with a wife and children by his side.

 After all, without a spiritual root, one is destined to have no connection with cultivation. Then, one can only lead an ordinary life.

 Lin Feng did not wallow in self-pity over all this.

 After all, after coming to this world, he even managed to marry a wife.

 More importantly, his daughter-in-law, Li Kele, is beautiful and has a loud laugh. All the old bachelors in the village stare at her.

 If he were still on Earth, with his limited abilities, he might not have been able to marry a wife.

 ……

 While gathering herbs on the mountain, he unexpectedly discovered a rare sun-baked herb.

 And it's a century-old Blazing Sun Grass.

 This thing is valuable. No, it's not just valuable -

 Every three years, the Qingyang Sect sends people down the mountain to test their spiritual roots and, incidentally, purchase spirit medicines. With something like the Blazing Sun Grass, even if one doesn't have a spiritual root, they can at least exchange it for a spot as an outer-sect disciple.

 Lin Feng stuffed the grass into his bosom and hurried home through the night.

 When my mother saw the scorching sun grass, she cried.

 "Son, are you going to offer this to the Qingyang Sect?"

 "Hmm. I don't have a spiritual root, but with this, they'll have to give me some respect."

 A month later, the deacon of Qingyang Sect, who was to test the spiritual roots of the villagers, arrived.

 His surname is Lu, and his name is Lu Wenlin. He is at the sixth level of Qi Refinement and is considered a big shot within the sect.

 The villagers gathered around him, treating him as if he were a god.

 Lu Wenlin set up a table and tested the spiritual roots one by one. Those with spiritual roots were registered on the spot, while those without were dismissed.

 Lin Feng was at the end of the line. He had no intention of taking the test - he knew he wasn't qualified.

 He planned to take out the Blazing Sun Grass privately after the test. Whether it was an outer-sect disciple or a worker, if they successfully entered the mountain gate, the entire family would be protected.

 I waited all day.

 In the evening, as Lu Wenlin was closing up his stall, Lin Feng approached and was about to take out the Sunshine Grass in his arms

 But he found his arms empty. The Sun Grass was gone.