My name is Zhou Guoqiang. I have been invincible in the immortal world for a hundred thousand years. I am tired of it.
A self-proclaimed cultivator wanted to go down to earth for excitement, but the ascension tunnel collapsed and I fell into the dung truck in Xinshou Village.
Immortal jade is used as fare, and the coachman is frightened; a magic weapon is used to make tea, and the beggar's bowl is laughed at.
The little beggar who casually enlightened him flattened the martial arts arena with one sword, and the elder knelt down and called him daddy.
I frowned: "It's rotten to the core."
The little beggar cried loudly: "Master Immortal, I... Can I still be saved?"
"Become an Immortal Emperor, let's do it."
