After transmigrating, I cultivated immortality by smelling the scent.

Chapter 1 Even a Beggar Can Cultivate Immortality

"Go away! You stinking beggar, get out of my way! Don't interfere with my business!" a middle-aged steamed bun shop owner shouted, waving his hand.

The little beggar had just reached out to ask for a steamed bun when he was chased away and had to go to another place to beg.

The autumn equinox had just passed, and a chill was already in the air, causing the little beggar to shiver. He looked to be about thirteen or fourteen years old, wearing a long robe riddled with holes, and barefoot, begging along the bustling street.

"No, I've been hungry for days, it's really unbearable!" the little beggar said with a sigh as he walked away.

Just then, the little beggar suddenly smelled the aroma of chicken legs. Looking up, he saw a braised meat shop owner holding a chicken leg, teasing his guard dog.

In a moment of carelessness, the shop owner used too much force and dropped the chicken leg next to the little beggar. The little beggar saw it, picked up the chicken leg immediately, and ran away.

We certainly can't let go of the fatty meat that's already in our mouths.

"You filthy beggar, how dare you!" the braised meat shop owner immediately shouted.

Without looking back, the little beggar bit into the chicken leg and ran desperately towards the edge of the city, hoping that if he ran far enough away, the boss wouldn't pursue him.

The boss immediately untied his guard dog's leash and let it chase after the dog.

"Ah Huang, get him!"

"Wang! Wang!"

Hearing Ah Huang's voice, the little beggar ran even faster and soon left the city. After all, the little beggar hadn't eaten much lately and couldn't outrun Ah Huang.

Just as Ah Huang was about to catch up, a chill swept through the sky, and Ah Huang suddenly stopped chasing. The little beggar was wondering why the temperature had suddenly dropped when he noticed a middle-aged man with two young people standing on a giant, light blue bird, surrounded by white mist, flying over the little beggar's head.

Cultivators? The little beggar had heard of them before, but he had never seen one like them before.

After all, Benyuan County is one of the smallest of the more than 80 counties in Xizhou Prefecture.

The little beggar also wants to cultivate immortality, to be free from being bullied, to fly freely in the air, and to live forever. However, he cannot find a mountain gate for cultivating immortality, and more importantly, he is having trouble even getting food. So, his most important task right now is to survive.

While Ah Huang was still, the little beggar took a bite of the chicken leg, then ran off into the distance, unknowingly ending up at the edge of a cliff.

Although it's called a cliff, it's only a few dozen meters high, and under normal circumstances there's no danger.

The little beggar looked back but didn't see Ah Huang. He stood on the edge of the cliff, eating a chicken leg while gazing around the cliff and looking for anything else to eat.

Just as the little beggar was lost in thought, "Woof! Woof!" Ah Huang's barking suddenly rang out. The little beggar was startled, lost his balance, and fell off the cliff.

"I haven't finished my chicken leg yet... I'd like to see if I can cultivate immortality..."

The little beggar's consciousness gradually faded...

...

"It hurts! It hurts! It hurts! My head hurts a little."

"What's going on? Wasn't I staying up all night reading a novel? Could I have transmigrated?" Ye Xiaobai silently searched his memory.

Ye Xiaobai was originally an ordinary office worker. He stayed up late reading a novel on the weekend and unexpectedly transmigrated.

Looking at his tattered robe and bare feet, Ye Xiaobai finally realized that he had transmigrated into the body of a beggar also named Xiaobai.

"Chicken leg...cultivating immortality..." These words left a deep imprint on my mind.

It seems to be a regret of the former owner, and Ye Xiaobai is determined to resolve it. After all, chicken legs are Ye Xiaobai's favorite, and so is cultivating immortality.

"Gurgle...gurgle..." Ye Xiaobai's stomach growled again. He glanced around and finally saw the chicken leg that the previous owner had been clutching tightly in his hand before falling down.

Without thinking twice, Ye Xiaobai wiped the dust off the chicken leg and started eating it heartily. He couldn't possibly starve to death right after transmigrating; Ye Xiaobai didn't want to become the most miserable transmigrator in history.

After quickly finishing the chicken leg, Ye Xiaobai felt less hungry. He also felt he had fulfilled one of his former master's wishes; now it was time to cultivate immortality.

"Cultivating immortality? Is it possible to cultivate immortality in this world?" Ye Xiaobai slowly absorbed most of the original owner's memories.

The original owner was a villager from Shuize County, which is near Benyuan County. However, Shuize County suffered from floods this year, and most families' land was submerged, leaving them with no land to cultivate. The government's disaster relief grain was also embezzled by local officials, leaving them with nothing to eat and forcing them to become beggars.

The original owner and his family begged their way through the village, but the family members starved to death on the road.

"So he's a person with a tragic fate!" Ye Xiaobai couldn't help but sigh.

"Huh? I feel like I've forgotten something important?"

"Cultivating immortality? It's not that. What was it again?" Ye Xiaobai rubbed his injured and bleeding head.

"What about the system—something every transmigrator must bring?" Ye Xiaobai looked around, then closed his eyes and listened to the system's voice in his mind.

"System Daddy, System Grandpa, you dog system???" Ye Xiaobai silently shouted in his heart.

...

A moment of silence followed, but the distant chirping of birds carried a hint of mockery.

"It's over. Without the system, my path to immortality as a beggar is going to be even more difficult!" Thinking of this, Ye Xiaobai clenched his fist and slammed it on the ground, wanting to vent his frustration.

As a result, he accidentally hit a broken piece of pottery.

"Ah~"

Ye Xiaobai cried out in pain. As if one misfortune wasn't enough, he had transmigrated without a system, and now he was injured. Ye Xiaobai was extremely frustrated.

At this moment, Ye Xiaobai did not notice that after the ceramic shard he had smashed absorbed his blood, a white light suddenly flashed into Ye Xiaobai's mind.

"Hmm?" Ye Xiaobai suddenly felt a needle prick on his head, and a blurry thing appeared in his mind. He tried to sense it carefully.

"What? It's a miniature puppy lying in my mind?" Xiaobai was a little surprised.

"Are you the system?" Xiaobai tried to communicate with the puppy.

"What system? I am Jing Qianli, a member of the Jingshan Divine Dog clan." A strong, middle-aged man's voice rang out.

"The Jingshan Divine Dog Clan? Not the system, what's going on here?"

“Our Jingshan Divine Dog clan will face another calamity in 300 years. Our elders divined that there may be a benefactor in this realm who can save our clan from this calamity, so they ordered me to send my clone to find him.”

"Who would have thought that I would encounter spatial turbulence while crossing realms, causing me to lose all my cultivation? Now, only a wisp of my divine consciousness remains, which was previously stored in a fragment of a clan's secret treasure. It was only today, when I encountered your blood, that it was awakened."

"Can your cultivation level be restored?" Ye Xiaobai asked curiously.

"There is almost no chance. There are no spiritual medicines in this realm that can restore me."

"Can those treasure fragments still be used?" Ye Xiaobai asked, picking up the fragments he had encountered earlier.

"Your spiritual energy is exhausted and you're no longer of any use. However, I can sense that you have spiritual roots and can cultivate. How come you haven't even reached the basic Qi Refining stage?"

"Look at this outfit you're wearing. You'll have trouble even getting food, let alone cultivating immortality," Ye Xiaobai said with a wry smile, looking at his tattered clothes and dark bare feet.

"Even a beggar can cultivate immortality, so tell me, do you want to?"

"Yes, of course I want to. Senior, could you teach me some cultivation techniques?"