Book title: "I opened a gashapon pile in the world of cultivating immortals, and the entire sect broke through the defenses"
Introduction:
When Su Ye transformed into the poorest outer disciple in the world of immortality, there was only half a moldy Bigu Pill left in his pocket.
Looking at the rotten wooden pile in the courtyard, he had an idea - he drew a few ghost symbols, wrote a wooden sign that said "Twist ten spiritual stones, guaranteed to produce spiritual objects", and opened the first "gashapon pile" in the world of immortality.
What did he put in it?
It's broken stones picked up from the back of the mountain, rotten wooden hairpins carved by myself, and at most some spirit insect hairs that can learn to speak.
But who knows——
The senior brother from the outer sect got a wooden hairpin that shouted "Master is so handsome" and wore it every day to show off;
The stingy elder twisted a turtle shell that was used to make up hexagrams, and actually relied on it to "calculate" the place where the spiritual stone was thrown;
Even the sect leader came secretly and hung a bell that could sing children's songs on his waist...
The whole sect rushed towards his broken pile like crazy, crying and shouting that they wanted to "turn the opportunity". They didn't turn so much that they even scolded him with red eyes for "hiding secrets".
Su Ye squatted beside the pile, holding the spirit stone he had earned, with a confused look on his face:
No, you cultivators have such low requirements for "chance"?
