Cultivation of Immortality, Bound to the Image of Immortality at the Beginning

In her previous life, she was a Nascent Soul monk whose Taoist foundation was destroyed, her Taoist companions betrayed her, and she died by self-destruction; in this life, she is a handyman disciple with low qualifications who can be bullied by the Qingyun Sect. On the high platform, that man was still the pride of heaven that attracted everyone's attention. Looking at him indifferently, he was like looking at an ant. Qin Nansheng lowered his head, tightened his grip on the rough wooden sign with the word "Yu" in his hand, and raised a cold arc at the corner of his mouth. Rong Yin, Luo Yiyi, you wait. In this life, I don't want to be the center of attention, I just want to work steadily and steadily, step by step! While others were desperately fighting for that little resource outside, in her portable cave, the elixirs had matured one after another. She started from the most humble place, but quietly moved the entire Qingyun Sect's structure. Many years later, when Qin Nansheng pointed her sword at the sky and stood at the top of the Immortal Path, the Immortal Lord who once treated her like an ant was shocked to realize what he had missed... And everything started from that handyman who was despised by everyone.