The King of the System Has Mixed up in the Immortal World, and He Never Has to Follow the Routine.

Ling Yue felt that he had taken the most outrageous path in his life, from being the system king in charge of billions of data to becoming the head of the Poshan Sect who couldn't even get three spiritual stones. It's still the first level of Qi refining. Behind him were two young disciples with sallow faces and skinny muscles. In front of them were the drafty hall, half a bag of sweet potatoes, and the strong man from Heifeng Village next door who came to collect debts every day. Fortunately, the "analytical" instinct engraved in the soul is still there—— The leader of Black Wind Village's back feels heavy? Oh, the spiritual energy is blocked, as if data is stuck in the system background, just tap twice. Are there secrets hidden among the rocks in the back mountain? Ha, it's just a low-level spirit gathering array that hasn't been dismantled yet. It can still be used after patching up the lines. Even the monks who came to grab the "array core" could be seen through by him at a glance: "There is a congestion point three inches to the left of your Dantian. It is easy to cause gas leakage when fighting. Do you really want to do it?" A Zhu held the sweet potato porridge and said: "Master, they said you don't look like a cultivator, but like a fortune teller." Shitou carried a hatchet: "Master, Heifeng Village has come to deliver ore again, saying that he wants you to change your skills..." Ling Yue leaned against the repaired window lattice, touching the hot Qingyun Array Core in his arms, looking at the foreign monks who poked their heads outside the mountain gate, and smiled slowly: "Don't worry." "First repair this broken mountain gate, and then let them see -" "The King of the System has mixed up in the immortal world and never has to follow the routine."