He's a minor cannon fodder character who transmigrates into a novel and cultivates immortality,

Chapter 244 Now that you're awake, get out of the medicine pool first.

Qingyue didn't have time to think about where she was before she respectfully bowed to Zhen Li and Mo Fei.

Qingyue: "Disciple Qingyue greets the Sect Master and Elder Mo."

Zhen Li nodded with her hands behind her back: "Mm."

"Once you're awake, get out of the medicine pool first."

Qingyue replied respectfully, "Yes, Sect Master."

After saying this, he walked past the other cultivators around him and stepped out of the medicine pool.

He turned to look at the cultivators soaking in the medicinal pool. There were dozens of people, some he recognized and some he didn't.

Among them was Qing Shu, who was closest to him.

The robes on his body dried on their own after he left the medicinal pool.

Just as Zhen Li was about to bombard the illusion with questions, the forbidden area's restrictions were triggered, and Mu Si's voice drifted from afar, "Could it be Elder, it's me?"

Could it be that a flick of the sleeve opened the restriction?

Mu Si, holding a elixir bottle, stepped through the air.

Holding the pill bottle with both hands, he respectfully handed it to Mo Fei, saying, "Elder, my aunt sent me to deliver the pill."

When he looked up, he saw Zhen Li not far behind Elder Mo Fei.

He quickly turned around and bowed in Zhen Li's direction, "Disciple Mu Si greets Sect Master."

Zhen Li nodded. "Mm."

He paused, then added, "Go back and tell your master that there's no need to refine the Soul-Stabilizing Pill anymore."

A hint of surprise flashed in Mu Si's eyes. Seeing that Sect Master Zhen had no intention of explaining, she respectfully replied, "Yes, Sect Master."

Seeing Qingyue standing behind Zhen Li out of the corner of her eye, she tactfully took her leave.

He had a thoughtful look on his face.

After leaving the forbidden area, it flew onto the back of the crane and said cheerfully, "Little Crane, let's go to Jinshi Peak."

The crane let out a soft cry, spread its wings, and its snow-white feathers shimmered with a silvery-white light in the sunlight, with a spiritual energy flowing through them.

It drew an elegant arc in mid-air.

Jinshifeng Jinshilin

Two tall and one short, Wang Mang, Li Hua, and Li Zhen were hacking away at the Jinshi bamboo shoots, sweating profusely.

Golden stone bamboo shoots are a specialty of Jinshifeng.

It's not an edible bamboo shoot, but a material used for refining weapons.

Although its hardness is not as good as that of the ten-thousand-year-old black iron.

However, it is also among the top-tier materials for refining weapons.

After the three passed the test of the waterfall gravity valley, Wang Mang and Li Hua were naturally accepted as Gu Yong's personal disciples.

As for Li Zhen, who had been lying on the ground for three months, he was accepted as a disciple under Gu Yong's disdainful gaze and stayed at Jinshi Peak to cultivate with Li Hua and Wang Mang.

After the apprenticeship ceremony concluded, Gu Yong assigned Wang Mang and Li Hua a new task:

Without using spiritual power, cut down a golden stone bamboo shoot within three years.

Out of the corner of his eye, Li Zhen, who had been holding back his anger and patted his chest in relief, frowned and said sternly, "Li Zhen, you, cut down a hundred-year-old tree."

Li Zhen: "......"

The smile on her face froze and shattered before it could fully bloom.

Elder Gu's original words were, "Jinshi Peak cannot produce weak disciples who would be ridiculed. Even nominal disciples are no exception; they must at least not be too incompetent."

After giving the order, Elder Gu dusted himself off and left.

Wang Mang and Li Hua set off with great confidence, followed by a dejected Li Zhen.

Wang Mang was a straightforward man; as soon as he entered the Jinshi Cave, he chose a thick and sturdy tree.

Li Hua, who had originally planned to choose something mediocre to get by, changed his mind upon seeing this and chose a plant that was comparable to Wang Mang's.

As for Li Zhen, who was left behind, he also opened his eyes wide and tried his best to choose.

I selected the thinnest golden stalagmite, which was exactly a hundred years old.

He happily tied a red string to it so he wouldn't forget where he was next time.