Liu Meng traveled through time and became the poorest master in the world of immortality, starting with three spiritual stones in debt.
The tax official came to the door with his sect disciples: "Can't pay the tax? Then you go to hell!"
The old master was killed on the spot, leaving only Liu Mang and his young apprentice shivering holding the empty rice vat.
Looking at the martial arts gym with eager eyes outside the door, Liu Meng established his life creed:
The world of cultivating immortals is too dangerous, and you can only live for ten thousand years if you just survive!
Unexpectedly, after a serious illness, he turned into a humanoid spiritual machine, sucking up the spiritual energy of the entire mountain.
Countless exercises inexplicably flooded into his mind, and he was proficient in refining weapons, making pills, and fighting.
It's just that this style of painting doesn't seem quite right——
While others wield swords, he wields bricks; while others refine elixirs, he refines laxatives.
Until that day, the hunted princess crashed into the mountain gate:
"Immortal! Help!"
Looking at the gleaming flying sword in the hands of the pursuers, Liu Meng weighed the ancestral bricks:
"I told you to hold on tight... You forced me to take action!"
