Refining the Foundation Pill

Everyone had their own life.

Their own choices.

As one who sought immortality, Xu Changqing played the role of a spectator.

Therefore, he did not disturb Li Sancai as he stepped down from the arena, instead slipping away quietly.

Before long, he returned to his own little patch of land.

"Wangwang!"

After not seeing him for a night, Wangwang, who had originally been curled up in his nest, ran out excitedly.

As he drew closer,

he peed at the same time.

He actually traced out a winding "straight line."

Inside the chicken coop, the Pearl Chicken clucked twice, watching calmly.

The five Fire Crows circled directly above the Spirit Fields, letting out cries of "cawoo."

Beneath the poplar tree, Fortress spoke in a muffled voice, "Welcome home, Master!"

Looking at the scene before him, Xu Changqing felt a powerful sense of contentment well up within him.

Once Wangwang came close, he crouched down and gave the dog's head a vigorous rub.

Only after having his fill of playing did he carry the things he had purchased into the stone house.

First floor: one living room, one kitchen.

The living room held brand-new peachwood tables and chairs, along with wooden lacquerware bowls and plates.

The kitchen's old cookware had been replaced with a new cast-iron wok and a ceramic steamer.

Second floor: one bedroom, one study.

The ordinary wooden bed in the bedroom had been broken down into firewood and replaced with a fragrant, soft, high-end nanmu bed.

A bluestone folding screen had been placed near the bedroom entrance, shielding the bed and providing more privacy.

There were five Glazed Glass Lamps: one in the living room, one in the kitchen, one in the bedroom, one in the study, with one left as a spare.

The vine carpet had been divided