Lin Fan just wants to be the most salty disciple of the Qinglan Sect, refining the three levels of Qi and eating together until death, braiding grasshoppers when weeding, and roasting fat chickens while practicing. But the broken jade pendant under his pillow that kept getting hot was actually the Chaos Bead, Hongmeng's most precious treasure.
Forced to be involved in the bloody trial, the stone he threw casually shattered the golden elixir; the powerful provocation of the spiritual world, he just yawned and let the thunder hit him back; the immortal king of the immortal world surrounded him, he traveled a million miles in one step, and chased the opponent to vomit blood.
From the mortal world to Hongmeng, he shouted "trouble" all the way, but he understood the law of time in his sleep, fended off the demon saint while roasting sweet potatoes, and smashed his traitorous friend the Immortal Emperor while he was hungry.
"It's not that I want to be invincible," Lin Fan said, lying in the Hongmeng airflow fishing for chaos beasts. "The main reason is that they are too noisy."
Not too pretty, not too ugly