The Whole Sect Is an Actor, but I Am the Only One Who Is Serious About Cultivating Immortality!

[Cultivation] + [Bright] + [Funny] + [Dihua] Xianwu Era, March 3rd. In the seventh year when the Xingyun Sect was too poor to take the blame, they finally deceived their sixth disciple, Su Yun. In order to retain this single seedling, the whole sect turned on the drama mode: The leader of the big deceiver took out a gapped iron sword and casually made a slanted sword mark: "This is the fragment of "The Art of Killing Immortals in Nine Heavens and Ten Earths". I have to practice hard for my master for three hundred years to get the skin." The fiery second senior sister was carrying a big fire pot and kept her face straight while talking nonsense: "This title is called the Nine Turns of Heaven and Earth Furnace. Back then, the Alchemist Sage knelt down and begged for three days before I reluctantly accepted it." The stingy third senior sister took out half a copper coin and muttered: "This is the most precious treasure deduced by Zhou Tian. It can calculate the rise and fall of the immortal world at best, and predict the marriage of Taoist couples at the bottom!" They carefully crafted outrageous characters, tremblingly took out tatters and used them as artifacts, just hoping that their junior brother would find out the truth later. But when Su Yun realized the peerless sword intention against the gapped iron sword, used a hot pot to refine the nine-marked golden elixir, and used rusty copper coins to destroy the demon sect's lair. Quanzong was dumbfounded. What is even more frightening is that the demon king knelt at the mountain gate to beg his disciple, the demon emperor sent eight sedans overnight to snatch his son-in-law, and the messenger from the fairy world held the imperial edict and shouted "Welcome the Taoist ancestor to return to his throne." Everyone in the Xingyun Sect hugged each other and cried: "We really didn't want to pretend to be the boss!" Su Yun looked at the shivering master and sister and thought thoughtfully: "In order to sharpen my disciples, you all pretend to be cultivators and pretend to be pigs and eat tigers. I will certainly not be disappointed by your hard work!" At this moment, the ancient evil sword suppressed at the bottom of the Sutra Pavilion began to tremble, and the coffin of the first patriarch buried in the back mountain quietly cracked. The whole sect collapsed: "Junior brother, please ascend quickly! We really can't hold it anymore!"