I worshipped an immortal revered across the world—pure-hearted and genuinely virtuous—as my master.
Others often said I was lucky, claiming that I had ascended to immortality and gained eternal life. However, no one knew that ever since I began cultivating, I secretly calculated on my fingers each day to ensure I would survive for one more day…
Counting with my fingers, what must I do to achieve my goals?
I don’t know—I only have a long story to share.
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