We Agreed on the Top Sect, but Only the Top of the Mountain Was Left?

After sleeping for 1,700 years, he woke up and became the ancestor of the sect, still the kind that holds up to the sky. I thought I could walk sideways, but who knew that the sect was so poor that it only had three melons and two dates? The spiritual veins are exhausted, all the disciples are gone, and the grass on the hilltop is almost two meters high! Ancestor? Ancestors are human beings too and have to eat! As a planner in his previous life, Xu An was able to plan the sect with ease. When other ancestors understood the supreme skill and never spread it to the outside world, he had already made his first pot of gold by selling evil skills. When other ancestors were still in retreat and ignored their disciples, he would show up immediately as soon as his disciples were in trouble. While other ancestors would not take action unless their sect was in danger, he was just the opposite. As a result, the style of painting in the world of immortality became like this—— "Evil skills? What evil skills? This is obviously a fast track to life!" "You are the ancestor, why are you helping your disciples? Do you want to lose face?!" "Wait a minute, you who are in the Tribulation Realm are robbing me of my Golden Core Realm's things? Do you still have martial ethics?!" Xu An: If you have the strength, don't use it. Why keep it?