[Swordsmanship + Gray Humor + Forceful Gratitude + Not a Brainless Slap in the Face]
This world is sick. Martial arts, demonic ways, demonic ways, side sects, leftist ways... All roads lead to Rome, but cultivating immortality is a dead end.
The eldest brother, whose blood is as strong as an oven: "Cultivation to immortality? You are crazy."
The second senior sister, whose back view captivated thousands of troops, said: "Little junior brother and I, let's join the magic path. It will be safe and comfortable."
The old Taoist priest with the immortal spirit said: "Only by practicing the magic weapon of one's body can one reach the heaven."
Chen Yun had no expression on his face and drew his sword ruthlessly.
[Ding! You have swung your sword ten thousand times and achieved a breakthrough in Qi training. ]
The senior brother who looked at the black smoke rising above his head, the second senior sister who turned around to scare away a million-strong army, and the old Taoist priest who walked with his left foot stumbling over his right foot.
'I can become an immortal with just a swing of my sword, so why are I playing with you? '
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