In the World of Cultivating Immortals, I Used a Pressure Cooker to Roll Them into Balls

Su Xiaoxiao, a 22-year-old fresh graduate, wore dinosaur pajamas and fell into the Immortal World Apprenticeship Conference in the middle of the night. The five spirits mixed their spiritual roots, and the whole audience burst into laughter. He was picked up by the drunken master and brought back to the Cangwu Sect, the poorest useless sect in the entire immortal world. The mountain gate was broken, and the six senior brothers were stuck eating melon seeds. The moment you step into the mountain gate - Ding! Super god level system binding. Two pressure cookers fell to the ground out of thin air, and the yard was filled with spiritual stones, rice, and thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum. The second senior brother came over and asked, "Do you know how to cook?" Su Xiaoxiao clenched the handle tightly: Yes. The first meal was Lingzhi Chicken Stewed with Lingzhi Rice. After the six senior brothers finished eating, the bottleneck shattered and broke through three levels in a row, and half of the mountain gate flew away with spiritual pressure. The master recovered from his hidden wounds in one gulp and rushed straight to Daluo Jinxian. He suppressed his cultivation level in an instant and continued to pretend to be poor - there was only one thing in his heart: This girl must be kept. Three days later, the news spread throughout the world of immortality. The five major sects were shaken, and the Demon Lord disguised himself and came to beg for food. Su Xiaoxiao didn't know anything, she only cared about what to do for the next meal. As for the Sixth Senior Brother who was always hanging around the door of the kitchen, while eating, a certain fragment sealed for ten thousand years deep in the sea of ​​consciousness trembled slightly. He seemed... To have seen her somewhere. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.