
Lingshu Creation
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On the first day I traveled to the world of cultivation, I owed the sect thirty million. The original owner was a deposed "evil weapon master" and left me a leaky firewood shed, half a bowl of sour porridge, and a burnt mark on my chest. The steward said: If you touch this evil weapon again, your legs will be broken. I said: OK. He turned around and used the leather shovel that accessed the latrine to squeeze the ten-year-old grass into a hundred-year-old grass. There is a crazy rumor in Lingzhi Peak: That boy who has lost his spiritual roots has cultivated celestial phenomena. The leader secretly summoned me late at night and handed me a roll of broken jade slips. "Three hundred years ago, a huge object fell from the sky - it was covered with mechanisms like yours." "That thing is called a mecha." "And the brand on your chest is the mark of recognition left by those who ascended thousands of years ago." I lower my head. The mark lights up. Before the 30 million was paid back, they said I was the reincarnation of my ancestor. The day I turned on the mecha, the boss called me ancestor with red eyes. I didn't respond. After all, he has not yet paid the maintenance fee of 30,000 spirit stones.
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