Chapter 2.

　　Spirit Stream Sect, located within the East Forest Continent, belonging to the downstream branch of the Tongtian River is located, based on the north and south banks of the Tongtian River, so far there has been a history of 10,000 years, shocking the four directions. 　　Eight cloudy amazing peaks, across the Tongtian River, of which there are four peaks on the north bank, three on the south bank, as for the middle of the Tongtian River, there is certainly a most majestic peak. 　　This mountain was snow-capped from the middle section, so much so that it was impossible to see the end of it, and one could only see that the lower half of the mountain had been hollowed out, causing the golden river to run through it like a mountain bridge. 　　At the moment, a long rainbow sped by off the southern bank of the Spirit Stream Sect, and within it, middle-aged cultivator Li Qinghou brought Bai Xiaochun with him as he disappeared into the handyman's area under the third peak, and Bai Xiaochun's screams could be heard from within the long rainbow. 　　Bai Xiaochun felt like he was going to be scared to death, flying all the way, he saw countless large mountains, and several times felt like he was going to be unable to grab the other side of the thighs. 　　Right now there was a blossom in front of him, and when it became clear, he had arrived outside an attic, and after landing on the ground, his legs trembled as he looked around at a completely different world than the village. 　　In front of him, next to the attic, there was a large stone erected, on which were written three large words in dragon's flight. 　　Handyman's Office. 　　Beside the boulder sat a hemp-faced woman, seeing Li Qinghou arrive, she immediately rose to pay her respects. 　　"Send this son to the fire stove room." Li Qinghou left a sentence behind, ignoring Bai Xiaochun, and turned around to transform into a long rainbow and go away. 　　The hemp-faced woman was stunned when she heard the words Fire Stove Room, and swept her gaze over Bai Xiaochun, giving him a cloth bag of the clan's handyman, and with an expressionless explanation, she led him out of the attic, all the way to a forest of courtyards, countless attics, paved with verdant stone, and fragrant with flowers and grasses, just like a fairyland, which made Bai Xiaochun's heart flutter and made him feel a few points less nervous and apprehensive. 　　"Nice place, this is much better than the village." Bai Xiaochun's eyes showed his anticipation, and as he walked along, the more he moved forward, the more beautiful the surrounding scenery became, and he even saw some beautiful women pass by from time to time, making Bai Xiaochun instantly love this place. 　　A few moments later, Bai Xiaochun was even happier, especially when, at the end of the road ahead, he saw a seven-story pavilion with a crystal clear body, and even cranes flying through the sky. 　　"Senior sister, we're here, aren't we?" Bai Xiaochun asked excitedly. 　　"En, it's right there." The pockmarked woman, still expressionless, spoke indifferently and pointed to the side path. 　　Bai Xiaochun followed the other party pointed out, full of anticipation to see, the whole person stiffened, rubbed his eyes to look carefully, only to see that the path, the ground is broken in many places, surrounded by even more broken, a few pieces of grass seem to collapse at any time, and there are even some strange smells wafted out from there. ...... 　　Bai Xiaochun wanted to cry, and holding on to his last glimmer of hope, he asked the pockmarked woman. 　　"Senior sister, you're pointing the wrong way ......" 　　"No." The pockmarked-faced woman spoke faintly, walking up the path first, and as Bai Xiaochun listened, he felt everything good collapse instantly and bitterly followed. 　　He didn't have to go very far before he saw that at the end of this ragged path, there were several large black pots scurrying around, and upon closer inspection, underneath each of those large black pots, there was a large fat man, full of fat, seemingly able to run out of oil with a single squeeze, and not just any fat man, but especially one of the fattest guys in the room, who was just as big as a mountain of meat, and Bai Xiaochun was worried about whether or not he could explode. 　　Around those fat guys, there are hundreds of cauldrons, and these fat guys are adding water and rice. 　　Noticing that someone had arrived, and especially seeing the hemp-faced woman, that meat mountain immediately looked surprised, carrying a large spoon and running horizontally over, the ground trembled, and a fat body shook out countless ripples, as Bai Xiaochun stared in disbelief, subconsciously looking for an axe at his side. 　　"This morning I heard magpies calling, and it turned out to be you, Sister... Could it be that you, Sister, have come around, think I have a few talents, and are taking advantage of today's auspicious occasion to couple up with Sister." Meat Mountain eyes revealed a colorful light, excitedly running and shouting. 　　"I will send this son to join your Fire Stove Room, the person has been brought, farewell!" The hemp-faced woman's face was extremely ugly and a bit annoyed at the sight of Meat Mountain, and she hurriedly backed away. 　　Bai Xiaochun sucked in his breath, that hemp-faced woman along the way he paid attention to, that appearance is simply ghostly, in front of this big fat what taste, actually so also can be a face. 　　Not waiting for Bai Xiaochun to finish thinking, that meat mountain on the whirring, appeared in front of him, directly on the sunshine cover, Bai Xiaochun shrouded in shadow. 　　Bai Xiaochun looked up at the immense, fat man in front of him, whose flesh was still trembling, and struggled to gulp down a mouthful of saliva; it was the first time he'd ever seen someone so fat. 　　With a face full of grudges, Meat Mountain retracted his gaze from the direction of the departing pockmarked woman in the distance and swept Bai Xiaochun's eyes. 　　"Ho yo, there's actually a newcomer, and it's not simple to squeeze out the originally scheduled Xu Baozai." 　　"Senior brother, underneath ...... underneath Bai Xiaochun ......," Bai Xiaochun felt that the other party's lanky body was putting too much pressure on him, and subconsciously took a few steps back. 　　"Bai Xiaochun? En ...... skin white, small and delicate, the appearance is also very pure, good good, your name up very in line with my taste well." Meat Mountain's eyes lit up as he slapped down Bai Xiaochun's shoulder, almost knocking him right back down in one fell swoop. 　　"I wonder what Senior Brother's first name is?" Bai Xiaochun sucked in a breath, rolled his eyes, and looked at Meat Mountain with contempt, mentally pondering taking the other's name for a spin as well. 　　"I'm Zhang DaFat, that's Huang ErFat, and Hei SanFat ......," Meat Mountain hemmed and hawed. 　　When Bai Xiaochun heard the names, he was greatly impressed that the people were just like their names, and immediately lost the idea of having a little fun. 　　"As for you, from now on you'll be known as Bai Jiu ...... Little Brother, you're too skinny! This will go out and lose the face of our Fire Stove Workshop ah, but it's okay, don't worry, at most one year, you will also be fat, in the future you will be called Bai JiuFat." Zhang DaFat patted his chest, his fat meat trembling. 　　Hearing the words Bai JiuFat, Bai Xiaochun's face squeezed out bitter water. 　　"Since you're already the ninth senior brother, you're no longer an outsider... We've always had a tradition of carrying pots in the Fire Stove Room... See this pot behind me... it's the king of pots... it's made of iron essence and inscribed with an earth fire formation... the flavor of the spirit rice cooked in this pot exceeds the flavor of unusual pots by far, far too much. You should also go and choose one and carry it on your back later, that would be awesome." Zhang DaFat patted the large black pot behind his back and bragged as he opened his mouth. 　　"Elder brother, can I forget about the backing pot?......" Bai Xiaochun glanced at the pot behind Zhang DaFat, and immediately had the feeling that all the people in the fire stove room were backing pots, and thought about the way he would look carrying a big black pot in his mind, and said in a hurry. 　　"That's not good, carrying pots and pans is a tradition in our Fire Stove Room, and when you're in the sect in the future, as long as people see you carrying a pot and know that you're from the Fire Stove Room, they won't dare to bully you, and our Fire Stove Room is a very prestigious place!" Zhang DaFat winked at Bai Xiaochun, and without further ado, carried him to the back of the grass hut, where thousands of cauldrons were stacked densely, the vast majority of which had fallen into a thick layer of ash, and had obviously been left unattended for a long time. 　　"Ninth Senior Brother, pick one, we're going to go cook the rice, or else it'll get mushy and those outer disciples will be yelling again." Big Fatty Zhang shouted, turned around, and with a few other fatties, started scurrying around the hundreds of pots again. 　　Bai Xiaochun sighed and looked at the pots, wondering which one to choose, when he suddenly saw a pot sitting in the corner that had been pressed underneath. 　　There was something special about this pot; it wasn't round, but oval, and didn't look like a pot, but rather like a turtle shell, with what appeared to be some dull lines faintly visible. 　　"Huh?" Bai Xiaochun's eyes lit up, and he quickly walked over, squatting down to take a closer look before lifting it out and looking at it closely, his eyes showing satisfaction. 　　He had been a fan of turtles since he was a young boy, as turtles represented longevity, and the reason he had come to cultivate immortality was for longevity, and now that he had taken a look at this pot resembling a turtle's shell, he considered it to be very auspicious and a good omen in his opinion. 　　After carrying this pot out, Zhang DaFat saw it from afar and ran over with a big spoon. 　　"Nine master brother how do you choose this ah, this pot is put there for I don t know how many years, no one has used it, because it is like a turtle shell, so no one has ever chosen to carry it on the body, this ...... nine master brother are you sure?" Zhang DaFat patted his stomach, kindly persuaded. 　　"Sure, I'll take this pot." The more Bai Xiaochun looked at the pot, the more he liked it, and firmly said. 　　Zhang DaFat persuaded him some more, and seeing that Bai Xiaochun was adamant about it, he looked at him oddly, said no more, and after arranging for Bai Xiaochun to live in the grass hut at the fire stove room, he went back to his busy schedule. 　　At the moment, it was dusk, and Bai Xiaochun, inside the grass hut, took a closer look at the turtle-shaped pot, and realized that on the back of the pot, there were dozens of lines that were just dull, and hard to spot if you didn't look closely. 　　He immediately decided that the pot was extraordinary, and carefully placed it on the stove, before surveying the house where he lived. The house was simple, with a small bed, a table and chairs, and a copper mirror for daily needs hanging on the wall. As he looked around the room, there was a violet light that flickered on the bland pot behind him! 　　For Bai Xiaochun, a lot had happened that day, and now, although he had arrived in the immortal world of his dreams, he was ultimately a bit bewildered in his heart. 　　After a few moments, he took a deep breath, his eyes revealing expectations. 　　"I want to live forever!" Bai Xiaochun sat down and took out the pocket given to him by the pockmarked woman at the handyman's office. 　　Inside was a pill, a wooden sword, a burning incense, then the handyman's clothes and token, and finally a bamboo book with a few small words on it. 　　"Purple Qi Harnessing Din Gong, Qi Condensation Chapter." 　　At dusk, while Zhang DaFat and the others were busy in the fireplace room, Bai Xiaochun inside the house was looking at the bamboo book with anticipation in his eyes. 　　A few moments later, Bai Xiaochun's eyes revealed a look of excitement. There were three diagrams in the bamboo book, and according to the above, cultivation was divided into two realms: qi condensation and foundation building, and this Purple Qi Harnessing Tripod Technique was divided into ten layers, each corresponding to the ten layers of qi condensation. 　　And each cultivation to a layer, you can harness external objects for your own use, when the third layer, you can harness the weight of a small half of the tripod object, to the sixth layer, it is a large half of the tripod, and to the ninth layer, it is a whole tripod, and as for the final great circle, it is possible to harness the weight of the object of two tripods. 　　The only thing was that only the first three layers of the gong method were in the bamboo book, the rest were not recorded, and if one wanted to practice, one needed to follow a specific breathing and movement pattern in order to practice the Purple Qi Tripod Harnessing Technique. 　　Bai Xiaochun psyched himself up, adjusted his breathing, closed his eyes and set up the movements from the first picture in the bamboo book, and after only three breaths, his whole body screamed out in pain and pain, unable to hold on, and that type of breathing made him feel like he didn't have enough qi to go around. 　　"It's too hard... It says that by practicing this first diagram, you can feel a trace of qi vaguely wandering around in your body, but I don't feel anything but pain here." Bai Xiaochun was a bit bitter, but for the sake of longevity, he gritted his teeth and tried again, and so he stumbled and stumbled until it was evening, and he never felt any qi in his body. 　　He didn't realize that even someone with excellent qualifications would need at least a month to simply go about practicing the first layer of this Purple Qi Harnessing Tripod Technique without external forces, and here he was only a few hours in, so there was no way he could have felt any qi at all. 　　At the moment, his entire body was sore, and Bai Xiaochun stretched out and was about to go wash his face, when suddenly, from outside the door came the sound of a burst of noise, and Bai Xiaochun stuck his head out of the window and immediately saw a yellow-faced young man with an iron-clad face standing outside the gate to the Fire Stove Room's courtyard. 　　"Who took my Xu Baozai's place, get your ass out here!"