On the first day that Yan Yanling came here, she kowtowed three times to the plaque in the family ancestral hall - not to express gratitude to heaven for her destiny to become an immortal, but to ask her ancestors to bless her so that she could ascend naturally.
As a senior reader of fairy tales, she knows better than anyone else the rules of survival in this world: geniuses die young, secret realms must collapse, and the rings that are picked up are most likely filled with old ghosts who seize the body. But God made a vicious joke and gave her an innate spiritual vein that was rare in the Yan family for a century. She could trigger a riot of spiritual energy within a hundred miles radius by practicing Qi. She could even stumble into a crack in the secret realm when she went out to buy a bottle of pills.
"Sister, the elders said it's time for you to participate in the sect's competition." When sister Yan Yanli came in with a gold-plated invitation, she saw Yan Yanling, who was supposed to attack the golden elixir, squatting in the medicine field to gather spiritual grass, and tied the top-quality fairy grass into bundles as weeds. The reason was to "stock up for self-defense and to use it as bait in case of being chased."
The entire world of immortal cultivators knew that the youngest daughter of the Yan family was extremely talented. She could condense the true fire of her life at a young age and could split mountains and seas with a wave of her hand.
Only Yan Yanling knows it well. She spends the middle of the night practicing earth escape skills under the covers. Her storage bag is filled with stand-in puppets and ecstasy smoke. Her biggest dream is to find a mountain ravine with abundant spiritual energy, dig a cave and sleep until the end of the world.
Until a certain secret exploration, the geniuses of different factions were fighting for the artifact. She huddled in the corner and pretended to be a stone, but was swept into the center by the out-of-control formation. Just as she was about to be torn apart by the aftermath, she subconsciously swung out a body-protecting spiritual light that directly cut half of the mountain into flat ground.
In the dead silence of the audience, Yan Yanling held his head and wailed: "It's over, it's over, I can't even hide my thoughts now!"
This is not enough