Eternal Immortal Dynasty: Starting as a Petty Official

As the sun sets and the moon rises, time flies, and several days pass in the blink of an eye.

That day, after finishing their studies at the pavilion, Zhao Xian and his second brother Zhao Hong stepped out of the gate and happened to meet their twelfth uncle Zhao Ze, who was leading the pavilion soldiers back from inspecting the pavilion.

Shanghu Pavilion has only two mounts: one is the private mount of Pavilion Master Chen Yuancheng, and the other is a public horse used by the pavilion.

In the past, this horse was used exclusively by the village head. Now that Chen Yuancheng has his own fine steed, this horse has become the mount for Zhao Ze, who is seeking to steal from him.

Zhao Ze dismounted and strode towards Zhao Xian with a smile.

"Uncle Twelfth!" The two brothers quickly greeted him.

"Ninth Brother," Zhao Ze walked up and said with a smile, "It's my turn to patrol the pavilion tonight, and I will lead the people of Yangping Village to inspect the pavilion."

"You are new to the path of cultivation, and time for practice is precious. Do not waste it on such trivial matters. You need not accompany me tonight."

"Uncle Twelfth, isn't this a bit inappropriate?" Zhao Xian asked hesitantly.

"What's wrong with that? There are over twenty people patrolling the pavilion; one more won't make a difference!" Zhao Zehun patted Zhao Xian on the shoulder nonchalantly. "Alright, hurry home; my stomach is rumbling like thunder!"

After saying this, he passed Zhao Xian and hurriedly walked towards the front courtyard of the pavilion. The thieves and the pavilion soldiers all ate and slept in the pavilion, and they only had two meals a day, morning and evening.

Zhao Xian could only shake his head and smile, nod slightly to his elder brother Zhao Zheng, and then set off on his journey home with Zhao Hong.

......

The night was deep, and the cold wind was like a knife.

The shining moonlight is thrown into the house.

A robust figure sat upright on the bed, eyes slightly closed, breathing slowly.

A small, exquisite wooden sculpture stood prominently in front of them.

Suddenly, his breathing became rapid a few times, then gradually calmed down.

Deep within the sea of ​​consciousness, a pale golden torrent surged forth from an ancient golden cauldron, resembling a dazzling galaxy encircling the heavens and earth.

Golden light intertwined, eventually transforming into a familiar golden light curtain.

Owner of the cauldron: Zhao Xian

[Qi Yun: Floating White]

Lifespan: 16/86

[Spiritual Root: Fire Root (丙中火)]

[Cultivation Level: Qi Refining Level 1]

[Lucky Golden Pearl: 0]

【技艺】：六阳诀（熟练：1/1000）、基础箭术（精通：623/10000）、松鹤养元拳（精通：136/10000）、黑虎斗杀拳（入门：92/100）、基础刀法（入门：54/100）、基础枪法（入门：52/100）、灵眼术（入门：20/100）、轻身术（入门：10/100）

"This lifespan section doesn't usually change, so it's better to hide it and reveal it again when something unusual happens in the future."

With a slight thought, the golden light screen instantly transformed into a golden torrent.

A few breaths later, the golden light screen reappeared, and the "Lifespan" section disappeared.

"My darling!"

Zhao Xian couldn't help but give a silent thumbs-up.

However, the skill category is also becoming increasingly rich. As I learn more and more in the future, will I have to list them all here?

We will need to think about this further in the future.

I have been practicing the Six Yang Technique for several days now, and I am becoming more and more proficient at it.

However, I haven't practiced the "Black Tiger Fighting Fist" for over a month, and I've fallen from the proficient level to the beginner level.

In this light, this cheat code is indeed incredibly powerful.

Suppressing his thoughts, Zhao Xian secretly circulated his cultivation technique, controlling his magical power to slowly travel along his meridians.

Opening up the meridians is like traversing a mountain path—there was no path to begin with, but as you walk more, the path will appear.

Before he knew it, Zhao Xian had become immersed in the mysteries of cultivation.

As dawn broke with the crowing of roosters outside the window, Zhao Xianfang slowly finished his practice, his eyes slightly open, unable to hide his joy.

Tonight, after four hours of cultivation, with the help of the elixir, my magical power circulated through my meridians forty times.

Previously, it had only circulated through thirty-six major cycles at most.

"Could it be because the Six Yang Techniques have been upgraded from the beginner level to the proficient level?"

As Zhao Xian pondered this, he calmed his mind, and a golden light screen appeared before his eyes.

"Six Yang Technique (Proficiency: 41/1000)!"

It seems that it was precisely because of the increased proficiency in the Six Yang Technique and the advancement of the technique that the speed at which magical power circulated through the meridians was also increased, which allowed the magical power to complete four more cycles.

My cultivation efficiency increased by more than 10%!

Moreover, if one completes forty major cycles tonight, their proficiency will increase by forty.

If this pace continues, it will only take about twenty days to advance the "Six Yang Techniques" from proficient to master. At that time, how much faster will the cultivation speed increase?

Upon thinking of this, Zhao Xian could not hide the excitement on his face.

His own spiritual root aptitude was C-grade, ranking in the lower grade. Compared with those genius cultivators with B-grade or A-grade aptitude, it was like heaven and earth!

However, if one can diligently cultivate and master the cultivation techniques to a level of extraordinary skill, one might be able to rival a cultivator with second-grade aptitude.

Then, one becomes qualified to glimpse the realm of Foundation Establishment!

"Foundation Building~"

As he muttered to himself, a fierce light also appeared in Zhao Xian's eyes.

Having been born into a great age of immortals, how could I be content with mediocrity?

One must also be able to climb to the top and look down on all the mountains below!

However, I should go to bed early to conserve my energy, as I need to go with my uncle to dig a well tomorrow.

I lay down on my side, covered myself with a thin blanket, and fell asleep fully clothed.

......

The next morning, eat up and eat in the morning.

Zhao Xian then carried a wooden shovel and led his second brother, Zhao Hong, toward the field ridge.

Today's breakfast was still spirit rice porridge, but it was also the last one, as the family's spirit rice supply had run out again.

With his father still recovering from his injuries and no way to make money in the winter, Zhao Xian couldn't even find a job as a maid, so he had to live a tight life from now on.

We've lived through tough times every year, so this year won't make a difference.

As for hunting in the mountains?

The forests of Wohu Mountain are deep and the grass is dense. The bandit's den was wiped out just over ten days ago. If we go up the mountain now, who knows if wild animals are waiting to "deliver food to our door"?

After greeting Uncle Zhao He, the eleventh gatekeeper, Zhao Xian and his brother headed south.

The prison guards were in charge of closing and cleaning the inner gates, which was quite leisurely for Zhao He. He had no family, so he was quite relaxed every day.

Before long, they arrived at the field.

Uncle Zhao Li and his two sons Zhao Duan and Zhao Bing had been waiting there for a long time.

Today is the auspicious day that my uncle consulted, October 18th, suitable for breaking ground and digging wells.

Upon seeing Zhao Xian and his companion arrive, the uncle immediately began preparing for the sacrificial ceremony.

Digging a well is a major event in the countryside. It is forbidden to start digging on an auspicious day. Because it is necessary to dig several feet deep, there are hidden dangers, so sacrificial rites are indispensable.

The common people in the countryside are quite devout in their sacrifices, but due to their limited means, the offerings are very ordinary.

It was nothing more than a wooden bowl of spirit rice, a small piece of cured meat, three unripe fruits, and a pot of rustic wine.

The five men, their faces solemn, knelt on the ridge of the field, burning incense and praying devoutly, before bowing deeply three times to the earth.

The table was removed, and the three unripe fruits were shared among Zhao Hong, Zhao Duan, and Zhao Bing. The spirit rice, cured meat, and cloudy wine still needed to be taken home.

My aunt's health wasn't very good, and my uncle's family was living in poverty.

Once a good site has been selected, excavation can begin around the site.

The tools included a wooden shovel, a stone hammer, an iron chisel, hemp rope, and a wooden bucket.