System Bestows me with Immortality, Living on to Eventually Become Invincible

"Moo!" Black Bull solemnly responded.

"Bull, time to work!" Chen Xun laughed, "We still have spells to practice."

"Moo!" Black Bull's eyes lit up; it had long anticipated learning the Fireball Technique, a skill even street performers possessed.

They began to cultivate spiritual herbs and practice spells and Qi Refining Techniques daily. When hungry or thirsty, they would hunt in the Cloud Mountains, living a life of utter contentment.

Half a year later, the atmosphere in the cave was tense, filled with the rustling of wind and the cries of cranes.

"Black Bull of the West Gate, I didn't expect you to reach the fourth level of Qi Refining in such a short time. It seems you cannot stay any longer!"

Chen Xun's eyes were cold as he continuously struck with his palms, mana surging within him, "Behold my Goods Taming Technique!"

"Moo!"

Black Bull was on guard, a pebble suddenly moving behind it, attempting a sneak attack, "Moo moo moo!"

Standing on its hind legs, its eyes suddenly widened, and with a wave of its hoof, accompanied by mana, a small fireball shot towards the pebble.

Sizzle sizzle!

The entire cave was filled with a scorching aura, and as the pebble turned to ash, Black Bull grinned, satisfied with the simplicity of it all.

"Strength to uproot mountains, spirit to cover the world!"

"Moo~~!!"

Black Bull let out an alarmed bellow, and Chen Xun laughed heartily, lifting Black Bull over his head, a trick that never failed.

After frolicking for a while, Chen Xun and Black Bull sat on the ground, the bullishness in their eyes nearly reaching the heavens, finally possessing spells of their own.

However, Black Bull had indeed surprised Chen Xun. They had learned at the ascension conference over the years that spiritual beasts were vastly different from humans.

Normally, spiritual beasts couldn't cultivate human techniques or spells, but Black Bull could do it all, completely surpassing other spiritual beasts.

But no matter what kind of beast Black Bull was, it would always be family to Chen Xun. He smiled warmly, patting Black Bull, who was still mooing.

...

Another year, another ascension conference, and Chen Xun led Black Bull to it. They walked alone, their eyes filled with endless calm.

Many cultivators glanced at them and shook their heads silently, seeing them as the most pitiful in the world of immortals: no talent, unable to see the truth, doomed to wither away in the wilderness.

But there was no more mockery, as such people inspired respect, a true reflection of many, filled with a profound sense of tragedy.

Some seasoned cultivators squinted their eyes, feeling inferior to him; if he didn't come, they would feel somewhat empty inside.

Chen Xun was never in their range for killing and looting; he was too poor, and his desire for immortality was the purest, almost foolishly so.

Inside a sect's pavilion in the valley.

Chen Xun's expression was no longer calm, he desperately pleaded, "Senior, please add a little more, I've lived half a lifetime and only found this one Divine Meeting Grass!"

The elder frowned slightly, hesitating at the sight of the hundred-year-old spiritual herb.

"Senior, look at the quality of this hundred-year-old spiritual herb, not a bit of its medicinal properties lost, I brought it straight here after finding it."

Chen Xun squeezed out two tears of joy from his eyes, "Just add a little more, and it's yours."

"Add ten more pieces, the medicinal properties are indeed good."

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Chen Xun's expression immediately became serene, not overstepping, and the elder twitched, feeling like he was being played.

"Senior, I'd like to buy a few more medicine cases, my Bull is quite fond of them."

Chen Xun grinned, securing one hundred and twenty spirit stones, "If I find more, I'll bring them to you."

"Heh, five for one low-grade spirit stone, help yourself."

The elder shook his head and smiled, glancing at Black Bull outside the pavilion. It was rare luck to come across a hundred-year-old spiritual herb.

To the elder's surprise, Chen Xun bought thirty cases in one go, stuffing them into Black Bull's saddlebags, disappearing from sight.

"What an unsophisticated kid."

The elder muttered, even the case for the spiritual herb he held was taken back. In the depths of the Cloud Mountains, Crane Spirit Trees were commonplace.

These medicine cases were made from Crane Spirit Trees, not much trouble at all.

Years later, when Chen Xun learned of this, he beat his chest and stamped his feet, feeling ants crawling all over him, chopping at every Crane Spirit Tree he saw.

Now they were outside a pill-refining pavilion, where the Qi-Enhancing Pills sold were more expensive than those by independent cultivators, but the quality was guaranteed.

"Fellow Daoist, do you see anything you like?"

A sect disciple approached Chen Xun, the place filled with an array of items: pill furnaces, spiritual herbs, Qi-Enhancing Pills, and pill-refining techniques.

He had seen many oddities among independent cultivators; this man with a black cloth over his head did not stir any emotion in him.

"How much for this pill furnace?" Chen Xun coughed, pretending to be knowledgeable.

"This is a lower-tier Yellow Grade pill furnace, only twenty low-grade spirit stones."

The sect disciple introduced with a smile, pointing to a larger furnace, "This bigger one is also…"

"I'll take this one."

Chen Xun's heart trembled at the price, "Fellow Daoist, those furnaces sold by independent cultivators are only ten low-grade spirit stones."

"Most of those are ungraded or significantly damaged."

The sect disciple patiently explained, "This can severely affect the success rate and quality of the pills."

"Professional!"

Chen Xun praised, realizing that for magical items like this, one must go to a reputable dealer, then paid with spirit stones and left.

In the world of immortals, items were generally classified into Heaven, Earth, Profound, and Yellow grades, with even higher ones beyond the reach of ordinary cultivators like them.

"Moo~~"

Black Bull was quite fond of the little furnace, constantly urging Chen Xun to show it to him.

"Wealth follows the law, the ancients did not deceive me," Chen Xun mused inwardly, even immortality could not escape this law.

Staying in one place, cultivating until the end of time, was a dream; one's cultivation would surely stagnate.

They continued to sell booklets, and the response last year was quite good, selling hundreds of spirit stones in a day.

In a dark corner, Chen Xun's eyes shone, showing no sign of secret joy.

"Bull, we'll stop selling after this year."

"Moo?" Black Bull looked puzzled; weren't they selling well?

"Firstly, these booklets are too easy to imitate, and secondly, they draw too much attention. We just need the first bucket of gold."

"Moo!"

Black Bull understood, its mind growing sharper, getting the point with just a look from Chen Xun.

Of course, it didn't quite understand the looks from others.

"Ah, fellow Daoist, there you are." An old man in white floated over, smiling as if he had been searching for them for a long time.

"What is it?"

Chen Xun's eyes narrowed, recognizing the pill-swindler from before.

"I have a fortune here related to your booklet, I wonder if you're interested, fellow Daoist."

The old man stood with his hands behind his back, smiling. He had been observing Chen Xun for a long time, seeing him come every year but never daring to take risks, not believing he wouldn't bite.

Chen Xun shook his head silently, leading Black Bull away down the street, showing no interest.

The old man stood there, stunned, muttering, "Truly a fool, a blockhead."

On the street.

"Bull, remember, in this life, we don't harm others, don't covet any advantages, but also don't believe any good fortune will just fall into our laps."

Chen Xun spoke with depth, "We may miss many opportunities, but we will never be at a loss."

"Moo moo!" Black Bull nuzzled Chen Xun, committing it to memory.