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The white-haired Daoist happily watched his vault increase slightly, and sighed contentedly. The takeout box next to him was not so much for filling his stomach as it was for tasting a bit of worldly life, so as not to slowly become truly detached from the world, no longer eating human food.

In that case, Wei Yuan, as a human, would already be dead, right?

But a better anchor is marriage, marriage, five children, five children!

There's no certainty yet...

Wei Yuan sighed, and with a sweep of his sleeve, the remnants of the takeout turned into dust, completely returning to their original particles, with no possibility of pollution. He supported his chin with one hand and played with the white hair at his temples with the other.

The blue Daoist robe on his body had long been replaced by a black and red tracksuit.

On his feet were a pair of no-name Shenzhou sneakers.

After finishing the stir-fried beef noodles, he lazily warmed up a cup of tea and dozed off. There is a rule in Daoism that whether it is the Shangqing, Longhu, or Wudang Mountain sects, they all emphasize the so-called Xiantian Ziqi (Primordial Purple Qi), so their morning class inevitably involves getting up before dawn, when it is still pitch black.

Complete the morning class, observe the distinction between yin and yang, and absorb Xiantian Ziqi to strengthen inner breath.

However, this is actually a method of strengthening the Dao heart and opening the daily practice through action rituals. Those who have not even reached the realm of connecting all meridians want to absorb yin and yang...