Time Travel: I Am Not a Genius in Cultivating Immortals
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When he opened his eyes and transformed into an ancient farmer, Zhang Xufeng thought he was holding a farming script. As a result, my father ran away with the oiran, my mother went after the scholar, my grandmother stuffed wild vegetables into his mouth all day long, and my younger brother's daily routine consisted of peeing and mud. Just when he thought he would be a funny family in this life, the bandits came, the immortal arrived, and his "immortal fate" also came - it's just that the master cast a net like a disciple, and there were too many disciples to count. Until the master suddenly ascended, leaving behind him at the third level of Qi Refining and a group of crying fellow disciples: "Senior Brother, lead us!" Zhang Xufeng looked at the half-finished wild vegetables in his hand: Is it still too late to withdraw from the sect?
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