In Order to Revive the Sect, He Had to Occupy the Mountain and Become the King.

Xingchi felt that she had lived a really useless life these past few hundred years. First, she was reincarnated as a human princess, who was forced to jump off a cliff by her fiancé; then she was reincarnated as a rival demon pet, forced to serve as a foot warmer for more than fifty years; and finally, she was reincarnated as a tree demon Ayan, who just became the white moonlight stand-in for the immortals, and they also had to take the inner elixir for medicine! Xingchi: No one speaks for me? In the Three Lives of Dreams, all the fairies and fairies from all over the world knew that the head of Xingchi, who was supposed to be a god, had left seclusion. Everyone was telling how her cultivation had improved. Xingchi touched her ears guiltily. It was hard to say that she had been drunk for three hundred years. The enemy who regarded himself as a foot warmer came running over: "You and I signed a soul contract for more than a hundred years, and you ran away halfway. How are you going to settle the remaining accounts?" The eldest disciple stood in front of him and smiled coldly: "Uncle, step back, the sword has no eyes."