The Undying Immortal System

I didn’t rush to improve my cultivation. Instead, I focused on improving my qi skills, including my vision. Progress was slow, barely noticeable after an entire year, but that was fine. My days were rote. I didn’t need to make any big choices. I didn’t have to think. I could just exist for a while.

I began to feel it was funny that I was doing nearly the exact same thing I did the last time I lived in this building. Except, that time it was forced on me. This time I chose it.

Constant daily exercise had its benefits, and I was slowly improving. The rate of improvement would make anyone else blush in shame. I didn’t care.

I was tending to the herbs one day, and I began thinking about how wasteful everything here was. There were so many useless herbs. Why bother? What was the point of storing so many herbs for Rank 1 pills when Rank 1 pills were all useless?

Finally. Finally, I heard my own thoughts. I had that same thought several times in the past, but I had never focused on it before.

“Rank 1 pills are useless…” I said aloud in confusion. “That doesn’t sound right… That can’t be right.”

Why did I think they were useless? Because I had been told that so many times in the sect. Everyone laughed at the idea of learning to make anything other than Qi Gathering Pills. But… why did I accept that so easily?

I thought back to the pill I made during the preliminaries to join the outer sect. A purifying pill for water. The name didn’t tell me much, but I could guess. Likely something that purified the qi of people with a water affinity. There was no way in hell that kind of thing would be useless. Why was I so convinced it was?

I sat down in my room and had to think. What was going on?