Reincarnation Heart Venerable, the Demon Realm's Six Hells

The world was wrapped in silver, and the cold wind cut like a blade.

The entire Daxing Mountain Range lay deathly still, everything buried beneath vast expanses of snow.

In a corner of an unnamed mountain stood an utterly ordinary Daoist temple. Its walls and gate were mottled and faded, icicles hung from every eave, and under the weight of the thick snow, it seemed ready to collapse at any moment.

The temple had no name. Its abbot's Daoist title was Shouchongzi, a Rogue Cultivator affiliated with the Righteous Qi Dao. He had no magic treasures, no divine abilities, and no disciples—a standard Daoist with the "three nothing" qualifications.

Fortunately, his mind was still sound. Knowing he was useless at this and that, he usually avoided fighting with others. Otherwise, he would have had to add "no victories" to his list of labels.

What was the simplest way not to fight with others?

Have no value.

With insufficient strength and no reason to leave home, he naturally would not end up fighting anyone.

Two days earlier, Shouchongzi had grown restless after too much peace and remembered his master's deathbed instruction to perform one good deed each day. He had descended the mountain to distribute porridge and do charity at Hundred Flowers Tower in the city.

Doing good deeds still cost money, which was truly unfair, but a master's command could not be disobeyed. Spending a little was still spending a little.

He had laughed heartily as he left, but when the willow branches drooped, he never returned.

The man had returned, but his Primordial Spirit was gone. Shouchongzi was still floating around Hundred Flowers Tower, and if he was lucky, he might be able to reincarnate nearby.

Therefore, the middle-aged man sitting cross-legged before the fire, eyes closed in quiet