Li Qinghai stopped in his tracks and first read the words on the Book of Good Fortune.

[Please note, provoking a cultivator stronger than you is considered a suicidal act.]

[Regarding the judgment of suicide: Death caused by your own actions is your own karma and must be borne by yourself, thus considered suicide.]

[Regarding the judgment of homicide: If you intervene in someone else's affairs, it is primarily their karma, and you do not need to bear it yourself, thus considered homicide.]

[There will be no further reminders, please be aware and treat death with caution.]

This...

Li Qinghai was a bit bewildered.

Karma was truly too mysterious.

For him, a mere mortal who hadn't begun cultivation, it was completely incomprehensible.

But reading comprehension, Li Qinghai could manage.

Suicide was one's own karma.

In other words, even if he did nothing and naturally died of old age, it would be a form of chronic suicide caused by his own karma.

In any case, if he wanted to die, he would have to do it like last time, going out to seek death when others were in the heat of battle.

Only in such a situation would it be considered homicide, using someone else's karma as the fuse.

He understood it now.

But the difficulty of suicide had clearly increased a lot.

Sigh...

Li Qinghai sat helplessly on a chair; the method of finding a powerful cultivator to kill him was no longer viable.

Although he was a little disappointed, he wasn't disheartened.

Because Li Qinghai knew that in the world of cultivation, killing and treasure snatching were too common, and there would be plenty of opportunities to seek death in the future.

Then, Li Qinghai's gaze fell back onto the table.

Without much thought, he reached out and picked up the Qi Condensing Technique.

He had always fantasized about transmigrating and cultivating.

He never expected that one day he would get to experience the joy of cultivation.

Li Qinghai excitedly opened the Qi Condensing Technique and began to read it carefully.

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A moment later, Li Qinghai swiftly got onto the bed, sitting cross-legged in a proper manner.

Following the instructions in the technique, he breathed in and out, trying to find the so-called sense of qi.

***

An hour passed just like that.

Not to mention finding any sense of qi, he was almost exhausted to the point of passing out.

Li Qinghai collapsed onto the bed, lying flat.

His legs were numb.

His waist and back ached.

His mind was foggy.

Cultivation was too hard.

Could it be that my aptitude is too poor?

It seemed this body wasn't suitable for cultivation; it needed to be remade.

Just as he was thinking this.

A voice came from outside the house.

"Junior Brother, are you inside?"

Li Qinghai jumped off the bed, opened the door, and saw a chubby man in his twenties standing outside the bamboo fence of the courtyard.

"What is it, Senior Brother?" Li Qinghai asked.

"Elder Jian Jiu instructed me to help you with the daily affairs of the sect."

Jian Jiu?

Li Qinghai had some impression.

Jian Jiu was one of the two cultivators who fought in the small fishing village back then.

Since he saved him, the disciple he entrusted shouldn't be a bad person.

"Please come in, Senior Brother," Li Qinghai invited him in.

After all, he did need to understand the situation of the sect.

The chubby man waddled over to Li Qinghai's side, and the two entered the house together.

They exchanged a few pleasantries and introduced themselves.

It turned out this chubby man was named Wang Dafu, and as his name suggested, he came from a wealthy family.

His ancestors had once helped an immortal, which gave him the opportunity to enter the sect for cultivation.

Although Wang Dafu's aptitude was average, he had connections, so he was previously assigned to the Green Bamboo Residence.

But now the Green Bamboo Residence had been requisitioned by Jian Jiu and given to Li Qinghai.

With Jian Jiu's temperament, he wouldn't forcibly take from an outer disciple.

As compensation, Jian Jiu arranged for Wang Dafu to be placed in the inner area.

From Wang Dafu's beaming expression, it was clear he was very happy.

Jian Jiu was his benefactor, and Li Qinghai indirectly gave him this opportunity.

So, Wang Dafu was both courteous and enthusiastic towards Li Qinghai.

"Junior Brother Li, that's the general situation of the sect. If there's anything you don't understand, feel free to ask me."

Li Qinghai was most concerned about cultivation, "How can one successfully condense qi? Is there any method?"

Wang Dafu chuckled, "I knew Junior Brother would be concerned about this. For outer disciples like us with poor aptitude, it's very difficult to condense qi on our own. The best method is to use Qi Condensing Elixirs. One Qi Condensing Elixir costs five low grade Spirit Stones."

"I see." Li Qinghai finally understood the key to condensing qi.

The two of them chatted about many things, and Li Qinghai, a novice in cultivation, learned quite a bit.

After a long time, Wang Dafu left.

In a great mood, he even left Li Qinghai a small gift.

It wasn't anything precious, just a small bag of herb seeds.

Outer disciples generally had weak strength, and the ways to earn spirit stones were limited.

Especially for a newcomer like Li Qinghai, the only way to earn spirit stones was by farming.

So, farm he would.

***

Li Qinghai went to the courtyard, picked up a hoe, and began to till the land.

The land, nourished by spiritual energy, was very hard, requiring great effort to break it open.

The hoe in his hand was naturally not an ordinary tool.

It was a Common Artifact, the most basic tool in the cultivation world, lacking any offensive properties but much better than mundane farming tools.

Above Common Artifacts were Magic Artifacts, Treasure Artifacts, and Spiritual Treasures...

Those were the real magical treasures used in combat.

But such things were beyond the reach of a small outer disciple like him.

The primary task now was farming.

Li Qinghai dug and dug, laboring for several hours, finally planting all the seeds.

Supporting his aching back, he slowly sat on the doorstep.

Looking at the plot of farmland in the courtyard, Li Qinghai almost cried.

This was nothing like the cultivation he had imagined.

He had always envisioned cultivation as flying on swords, roaming the world freely.

Where was the farming in that picture?

Moreover, according to Wang Dafu's explanation, these herb seeds were Qi Gathering Grass.

Based on the yield and age ratio.

If harvested in a month, they could be exchanged for 1 to 2 spirit stones.

If harvested in half a year, they could be exchanged for 6 to 10 spirit stones.

If harvested in a year, they could be exchanged for 15 to 20 spirit stones.

Which meant it would take about half a year to exchange for one Qi Condensing Elixir...

And using a Qi Condensing Elixir didn't guarantee successful qi condensation.

There was a record of the worst aptitude disciple in the Azure Cloud Sect taking a full 9 Qi Condensing Elixirs to successfully condense qi.

If he were like that disciple...

The scene was too tragic to bear.

Wait a minute.

Why do I have to cultivate?

Wouldn't it be better to reincarnate in the next life and cultivate then?

Besides, once I start cultivating, my strength will increase, making it even harder to die, right?

Damn.

I was so focused on experiencing the joy of cultivation that I forgot about this.

I have a cheat, and seeking death is the most important thing right now, not farming for spirit stones.

Looking at the spiritual field in the courtyard, Li Qinghai's face twitched.

An entire afternoon wasted...

His body was tired, and his heart even more so.

Forget it, time to sleep.

Rest well, and rise early tomorrow to reincarnate.