Chapter 3143

This cultivator was travel-worn, and after arriving, he didn't waste words and quickly began to test the spiritual roots of children under twelve years old.

After the entire test was over, sure enough, that Fatty Hu was really tested to have a top-grade spiritual root.

The cultivator looked at Fatty Hu with special regard, instructed him to stay by his side, and then began to test others.

"Heaven bless me, Heaven bless me."

When Little Han was being tested, he kept muttering and praying in his heart.

But in the end, Little Han was in despair. He saw the cultivator's calm and waveless face, and at the same time heard the words the cultivator said: "Next."

In Little Han's vision, the whole sky seemed to have turned black, with only the Fatty Hu standing beside the cultivator, looking at him with venomous eyes.

"Father, let's leave, let's leave the village, okay?"

Returning home, facing his old father who had raised him and taken care of him carefully since he was a child, Little Han said in a low voice.

The old father hesitated slightly and said: "No need, right? Even if Fatty Hu has a small grudge with you, he will be an immortal in the future. Does an immortal not even have this much perspective? In a few decades, when he has achieved something in his cultivation, will he still remember the grudge between you? Don't worry."

Seeing that he couldn't get his father to take him away, Little Han also knew that no matter how much he said, it was actually meaningless.

All night, Little Han couldn't sleep. Every time he closed his eyes, Fatty Hu's venomous eyes looking at him would appear.

"Father, what kind of person Fatty Hu is, don't I know? Once he becomes an immortal, he will definitely not let me go, or even our whole family."

Little Han thought painfully, tears flowing down involuntarily. He felt despair and fell asleep involuntarily.

In his dream, Little Han found that time had passed, and it was already twenty years later. A chubby young cultivator came to the village and stood before him.

"Fatty Hu?"

Little Han looked at this young cultivator and couldn't help but call out the cultivator's name timidly.

"Is the title of this seat something a lowly mortal like you can call out?"

The cultivator stared at Little Han venomously, like a giant python eyeing a small rabbit. Little Han was trembling all over with fear.

Next, in the dream, Little Han and his whole family died under Fatty Hu's coercion and revenge, and the entire family headed toward decline.

Watching his father die before his eyes, Little Han roared in anger and wailed in pain. Finally, he swung his fist fiercely at the sneering Fatty Hu.

"Ah, it hurts."

Clutching his palm that had hammered onto the bed board, Little Han woke up.

Covered in cold sweat, Little Han looked around painfully. He could feel that the scene in the dream would inevitably appear in the future.

Little Han got up in despair, walked out of the room, came to the doorway, looked at the bright moonlight, and said in a low voice: "How I wish to cultivate immortality. Why am I just an ordinary, inferior spiritual root? Why?"

Strictly speaking, even with an ordinary, inferior spiritual root, one can still cultivate immortality, but cultivating immortality with this kind of spiritual root, under the same resources, results in an extremely slow improvement in realm.

If Little Han came from a large family, it would be fine; anyway, he could just rely on the accumulation of materials. Maybe after a hundred years, he could reach the Nascent Soul stage.