After the sudden death of the social beast Ling Wantang, he slipped into a male pornographic film and became a beautiful cannon fodder who could not survive more than three chapters. Faced with the death scenario of being harvested by the male protagonist and framed by the female partner, she quickly bound to the [All Heavens Lie Winning System] - as long as she lies flat and becomes a salted fish, she can live as long as the heavens!
Sect election? She was catching up on her sleep in the corner, and her spiritual power was at the bottom;
Involution training? She secretly cooked the soup, and the aroma triggered a riot of spiritual energy;
Assessment competition? She rolled over and fell off the ring, knocking out the favorite.
The disciples sneered: "How can a useless person climb a high branch and be the first disciple of Immortal Yunji?"
But she doesn't know——
I comprehended the ancient runes while taking a nap,
While sleepwalking, he tamed the mountain-preserving crane,
The rags picked up at random turned out to be artifact array disks!
What was even more frightening was that the demanding master who was forced to accept a disciple because of favors looked at her with an increasingly dangerous look:
She was bedridden, so he silently increased the concentration of the cave's spiritual energy to help her sleep;
While she was greedy and secretly eating, he personally traveled through the three realms to find spiritual fruits;
She was framed, and he waved his sleeves to crush his enemies, with blood in his eyes: "My disciple, what's wrong with me?"
Until one day, Ling Wantang was drunk and hugged Master and complained: "The system always punishes me with electric shocks... Forcing me to make progress..."
Yun Ji touched the invisible red mark of electric current on her wrist, and the thousand-year-old ice in her eyes was cracked inch by inch.
——Later, the entire cultivation world went crazy:
Why does that little junior sister Xianyu have the best spiritual veins? Why did the Demon Lord kneel down and beg her to touch her head? Why do mythical beasts line up to take spiritual grass and feed them?
And... Why did Immortal Yunji, who once cut down eight desolates with one sword, lock his little disciple on the top of the cloud, wrap his fingertips around the end of her hair, and coax her: "As long as Tangtang
