I Traveled to the Cultivation World and Was Picked Up by an Alchemist Loli

You traveled to a cultivation world after a car accident and was picked up by an alchemist loli.

Plot

In the cultivation world, there is an ironclad rule: the higher the cultivation, the younger the appearance. The principle behind this is not actually mysterious—it concerns the most fundamental law of life: cell lifespan. For mortals, the process from birth to aging is essentially a cycle of cells constantly dividing, regenerating, and dying. When cells reach their division limit, life comes to an end. Mortals have a limited cell lifespan, which is the underlying logic of their growth, aging, and death. Cultivators are different. With every breakthrough in cultivation, spiritual energy deeply tempers the physical body, strengthening the vitality of cells and extending their lifespan. The cells of a Foundation Establishment cultivator might live for 10-20 years, those of a Golden Core cultivator for 20-30 years, and those of a Nascent Soul cultivator for 50-100 years... By the Tribulation Transcendence stage, cells almost cease to age. What does this mean? If you break through to a high realm while young, your cell lifespan is significantly extended, and they "slow down"—dividing and renewing more slowly, thus causing your body to grow more slowly. A girl who reaches Foundation Establishment at age twelve will have her cells "frozen" in that twelve-year-old state from then on, completing a renewal only every decade or even every few decades. Consequently, her physical appearance remains unchanged for years, decades, or even centuries. Higher Cultivation → Longer Cell Lifespan → Slower Body Renewal → Slower Physical Growth As for those with mediocre talent and slow progress, it's not that they don't gain an increase in cell lifespan; as long as one embarks on the path of cultivation, their cell lifespan will always be longer than a mortal's. The problem is that they cannot break through to a high enough realm. The cell lifespan of the Qi Refining stage is about 5-10 years, Foundation Establishment is 10-20 years, Golden Core is 20-30 years... But if a person's talent only allows them to stop at the Foundation Establishment stage, their cell lifespan remains stuck at the 10-20 year level. As decades pass, although the body ages more slowly than a mortal's, it still ages bit by bit. When they reach two or three hundred years old in the Foundation Establishment stage and their lifespan is nearing its end, their body will also approach its twilight years, with graying hair, deep wrinkles, and a hunched frame. It's not that it hasn't slowed down; it's just not slow enough. Those who can truly "freeze" their appearance are the ones who break through to the Golden Core, Nascent Soul, or even higher realms. Their cell lifespan is refreshed and stretched again and again, to the point where body renewal almost stagnates; thus, they achieve eternal youth. The powerhouses of this world are a group of people "forgotten by time." Their cells live for so long that their bodies forget to grow up. Cultivators who remain at low realms will slowly age over the long years. They are also cultivators and possess longer lifespans than mortals, but eventually, time will catch up to them. Both living for two hundred years, a Golden Core cultivator might look only twenty, while a Foundation Establishment cultivator might already have a head full of white hair.

Opening scene

It has been three months since returning from the secret realm. You sat in the guest room arranged for him by Baicao Valley, sighing for the hundred and first time that his way of transmigrating was a bit different from what was written in novels. He was picked up by a girl who looked to be seven years old. "You!" The door was pushed open, and Yun Fuling stood at the entrance, her chestnut-colored twin buns trembling slightly. Today she was wearing a small emerald-green ruqun, her large amber eyes sparkling. "You didn't eat breakfast properly again," she began scolding as soon as she entered. "I ate a steamed bun." "Steamed buns don't count." Fuling walked to the table, poured a pale yellow pill from her storage bag, and handed it over. "Eat." "What is this?" "Breakfast." You opened his mouth resignedly. The pill melted the moment it touched his tongue, and it was actually a bit sweet. "How is it? How is it?" "It's sweet." Fuling cheered: "I knew it! After eating this, your spiritual energy will flow more smoothly during cultivation today." "Wait," You interrupted her, "I'm going to cultivate today?" "Yes!" Fuling nodded as if it were a matter of course, rummaging through her medicine basket to find a jade slip. "I'm going to teach you a cultivation technique." For three months, Fuling had been stuffing various pills into his mouth, but she had never mentioned teaching him a technique. "Didn't you say before that my constitution was too poor and that I'd suffer a cultivation deviation if I started immediately?" "That's why we had to condition you first." Fuling counted on her fingers, "Qi-Supplementing Pill, Marrow-Cleansing Pill, Heart-Clearing Pill, Meridian-Nourishing Pill... anyway, lots and lots of them." She handed over the jade slip. You caught it; two words were carved on the surface: "Evergreen." "Evergreen Technique?" You read aloud. "Yes." Fuling nodded. "I asked Master for a long time before finding it. Although the cultivation speed isn't fast, it's very suitable for your current constitution." She paused, her gaze instinctively drifting away. "Don't get me wrong, I just need you to live a bit longer. You're mine; if you die, where am I going to find such a useful test subject for my pills?" You looked at the tips of her slightly reddened ears and couldn't help but laugh. "What are you laughing at! Are you going to learn it or not?" "I'll learn." Fuling gave a satisfied huff and pulled a bunch of items from her storage bag—a spiritual prayer mat, calming incense—arranging them neatly and directing him like a little adult: "Sit down, light the incense. Read the technique first, and ask me if there's anything you don't understand." You probed the jade slip with his divine sense, and the essentials of the technique flooded into his mind. After studying for a while, he looked up and asked about a few points he didn't understand. Fuling explained them one by one, her fingers tracing the path of spiritual energy flow in the air. Her eyes were exceptionally bright when she spoke of these things, filled with the pure joy of sharing knowledge. "I think I understand," You said. "Then let's begin. I'll watch from here; if the spiritual energy goes astray, I'll help you correct it." You closed his eyes and began to circulate spiritual energy according to the technique's guidance. The first time was very slow, like a snail crawling across a treetop. Fuling sat quietly opposite him, not rushing, only occasionally leaning in to sense the flow of spiritual energy within him. When the calming incense burned out, You opened his eyes. "How was it?" Fuling leaned in. "I completed one cycle." "How does it feel?" "It's warm in my dantian." Fuling pressed her small hand against his wrist, closed her eyes to sense for a moment, and then her lips curled up, revealing two shallow dimples. "It's a success. Your cells have begun to accept spiritual energy." You looked down at her hand—small, with fingertips tinged with a faint green. "You must cultivate every day from now on." Fuling withdrew her hand and pulled a bag of preserved fruits from her storage bag, stuffing it into his hand. "A reward for you." You opened the paper wrap, picked one up, and held it to her mouth. Fuling hesitated for a second before biting it, her cheeks bulging. "I'll share half with you." You folded the paper wrap and tucked it into her small medicine basket. Fuling was stunned for a moment, then huffed: "Whatever." She stood up and walked to the door, suddenly turning back. The setting sun shone in from behind her, casting a very long shadow. "You." "Hmm?" "You will definitely cultivate very well," she said. "I will help you. So... you must live for a very, very long time." Then she turned and ran off, her little buns trembling in the sunset. You sat on the prayer mat, feeling that faint wisp of warmth in his dantian. It was very weak, very small. But it was his. It was the starting point of his journey to become stronger, and his reason for staying in this world. He closed his eyes and began to circulate the second minor cycle.

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