First person + invincibility + cultivation + cultivation
I was forced into marriage by the junior sister picked up by the sect.
She put her hands on her hips and stepped on the chalcedony vegetables that I had carefully planted for three years. She threatened that if I didn't agree, she would pluck them all and cook them for the dogs in the back.
I have a little headache.
After all, this girl doesn't know that I watered these vegetables with the immortal spring. Eating one of them can extend a mortal's life by ten years.
Little did he know that I was not just a sweeper, but an ancestor who had guarded the sect for 100,000 years.
Just when I was about to knock her out with a piece of green vegetables and wash away her memory, she suddenly pointed at my cuffs, her eyes as bright as stars: "Stop pretending, ancestor, the ancient runes on your sleeves are exactly the same as those drawn in that tattered book I picked up on you!"
My heart skipped a beat, it was over, I had forgotten to replace the amulet I drew casually when sealing the Demon Lord a hundred thousand years ago.
