Shen Qingci, who stayed up late at the company yesterday to revise plans for KPIs, today opened his eyes and transformed into the cannon fodder of the same name in the cultivation novel - the most miserable immortal of the Qingyun Sect. The original owner's spiritual roots were incomplete and her cultivation level had not increased in ten years. Everyone in the sect was waiting to see her deposed. There were senior brothers who coveted the position of Immortal Lord, junior sisters who were waiting to step on her to ascend to the throne, and even the monsters under the mountain dared to show their teeth at her.
Others are either gifted or have golden fingers when it comes to reading books, but I am better off. My only "ability" is catching fish - as long as I don't read, no one can catch me! Too tired to meditate? Instead, let's bask in the sun; practicing swordsmanship is too hard? Instead, I feed the sect's spiritual pets; while others rush to hunt for treasures in secret realms, I hide in the house and eat spiritual fruits.
But who would have known that after a while, the spiritual pet turned into an ancient divine beast, and the innate spiritual body was exposed in the sun, and even the place where the spiritual grass was fed grew thousand-year-old fairy mushrooms. Those who used to laugh at me were dumbfounded when they saw me casually crushing high-level demonic beasts and walking around the world of cultivation with my mythical beasts: "Immortal Lord, aren't you a loser?"
I held the spiritual fruit in my mouth and waved my hand: "Don't talk nonsense, I just like to combine work and rest."
After all, the highest level of fishing is to let others catch it, and I can quietly counterattack~
