After spending twenty years in the world of immortal cultivation, Lu Yan believes he's the most useless person around. Without a spiritual root, he cannot cultivate and can only make a living as an ordinary physician, brewing cold medicine and feeding chickens. That is, until one day, while gathering herbs in the mountains, he carries back a gravely injured female hunter. A bowl of ordinary medicinal soup dramatically boosts the cultivation of a Nascent Soul cultivator. His bowl of plain rice porridge is made with Nine-Turn Spiritual Rice and immortal spring water. The firewood he casually picks up is ten-thousand-year-old divine wood that even Tribulation Transcendence cultivators cannot break. The chickens in his yard are ancient divine phoenixes, and the mongrel guarding his gate can devour heaven and earth.