"Cultivating immortals? How tiring it is to fight and kill."
Yun Qingshuang cooked tea and admired the clouds on the top of the mountain. She stayed there for three hundred years.
Others were fighting for the magic weapon, but she casually used bamboo branches to fight off the enemy;
The geniuses of various sects worked hard to achieve breakthroughs, and she sold tea in the market to gain enlightenment.
Until that day when disaster comes——
"Wait, I'm not ready yet..."
The Nine Heavens Thunder Tribulation suddenly turned around halfway, and Heavenly Dao let out a helpless sigh:
"Please ascend quickly, this plane cannot support your peaceful life!"
