As a Cultivator of Immortality, I Traveled Through Western Fantasy and Protected an Elf.

[Strong female + double cleanliness + slap in the face + beauty + male protagonist is the scabbard + slow heat] Everyone knows that the Duke of Garcia has an ugly illegitimate daughter who is as illiterate as a moron. She has evil black hair and a pair of dark eyes, like a vicious curse dropped by the god of darkness on the world. A punching bag that anyone can bully. But who knows, after an accident in which she fell into the water, she turned around and became a high-ranking saint in the Temple of Light. Holding divine power, one enjoys supreme glory. ... She was originally the most prestigious senior sister in the sect. She had already achieved Nascent Soul cultivation at a young age and was on an equal footing with the elders. Who would have thought that her most respected master would forcefully seize her body when she made a breakthrough, causing her to die violently. In this life, she will keep her eyes open and stand at the top step by step. But why does the elf who he kindly helped cling to him all the time? Did you say you have a quirk and don't like touching people? What if you said you are delicate and not good at fighting? Why do you keep clinging to me just once? Lan: "I was born for you."