Cultivation Is Destined To Be Endless

Tiannan.

Yue State.

Yellow Maple Valley.

"Ugh, my head hurts..."

Qi Yuan regained consciousness from his confusion. Opening his eyes, he stared at the old wooden ceiling above him. His pupils flickered with shock, and for a moment, he forgot about the pain in his head.

"Am I... not dead?" he muttered in disbelief.

Qi Yuan was originally from Blue Star. In his previous life, pollution had drastically reduced human life expectancy, leading to a surge in fatal illnesses. He was one of the unfortunate ones, diagnosed at a young age and later pronounced dead by doctors.

Resigned to his fate, he had immersed himself in a fantasy mobile game, waiting for the inevitable. Yet, against all logic, he was alive again.

Was this magic? A mistake in the cycle of reincarnation? Had the King of Hell been too distracted to keep proper records?

Qi Yuan quickly calmed himself. Having read countless novels about transmigration and rebirth, he was mentally prepared for such an event. Observing the wooden structure, he concluded that he was in an ancient era.

Suddenly, unfamiliar memories flooded his mind. The intense impact made him clutch his head in agony. Sweat dripped down his face as he curled up, enduring the excruciating pain.

After what felt like an eternity, the headache faded. A sense of relief washed over him as he caught his breath.

"That was unbearable... At least my name isn't crossed out in the Book of Life and Death just yet."

Now armed with the memories of this body's original owner, Qi Yuan focused on understanding his new reality.

After a moment, he gasped, "Huangfeng Valley, Hong Fu, Dong Xuan'er—I've transmigrated into the world of *Mortal Cultivation*!"

His expression froze in shock. The existence of Old Demon Han was already overwhelming, but in a few years, the six demonic sects would invade Yue State, creating a crisis beyond his comprehension.

The original owner possessed the Five Elements Spiritual Roots—gold, wood, water, fire, and earth. This made cultivation difficult, as it required immense resources. Unlike Han Li, who had remarkable willpower, Qi Yuan had only reached the first level of Qi Refining after three years.

Seeking refuge with Hong Fu? A tempting idea, but unrealistic for now.

The original Qi Yuan had a distant family connection with Hong Fu, which had allowed him to enter Huangfeng Valley. He was also handsome, making him popular among female disciples. However, his tactless nature had caused him to offend Hong Fu, leading to his demotion to a menial disciple.

Now, his days were filled with grueling labor, leaving little time or resources for cultivation. With no clear path to building a foundation, his lifespan remained uncertain.

Qi Yuan clenched his fists in frustration. This was a nightmare.

Just then, his hand brushed against a small object. Picking it up, he saw a four-legged, gray-white cauldron.

"Chaos Cauldron?" he whispered, carefully inspecting its intricate patterns. His memories confirmed it—it was indeed the Chaos Cauldron.

Could this be why he had reincarnated?

In his past life, Qi Yuan had obtained this supreme treasure in the mobile game. It could suppress fate, ward off misfortune, and endlessly replicate any item placed inside it.

In the game, his character had soared in power thanks to the cauldron, becoming invincible across the entire server. However, its ability to duplicate items relied on absorbing yin and yang energies.

Back then, he had no money to buy rare materials from the in-game store. To solve this, he discovered a brothel feature in the game. That bold idea had turned him into a notorious playboy, all in pursuit of cultivation resources.

Snapping back to the present, Qi Yuan focused his attention on the cauldron, testing its control. To his delight, it floated and moved according to his will.

But would it still produce resources?

He quickly retrieved his storage bag. After rummaging through it, a single low-grade spirit stone fell onto the bed.

"So damn poor..." Qi Yuan sighed.

Without hesitation, he tossed the spirit stone into the Chaos Cauldron. The cauldron trembled, its patterns glowing brightly. It expanded slightly, releasing a faint white mist. Then, in a miraculous downpour, spirit stones rained down.

Qi Yuan's fists tightened. "It worked!"

He quickly collected the stones, cautious of being discovered. Counting them, he found exactly five hundred and one spirit stones—the original plus five hundred duplicates.

This was enough to sustain his initial cultivation.

Just then, he caught a foul odor emanating from himself. The original Qi Yuan had been bedridden due to a cultivation mishap, unable to bathe for days. Now, the stench was unbearable.

Making his way to the bath, Qi Yuan removed his clothes. Glancing down, he gasped in shock.

"Compared to this, even the Ruyi Jingu Bang pales in comparison..."

His Five Elements Spiritual Roots were truly extraordinary.

**(End of Chapter)**