Once You Wear the Ring, Anyone Can Kill It

At the outer gate of Qingyun Sect, Lin Chen was pressed to the ground and rubbed by his senior brother again. "Trash is trash. You are still at the third level of Qi Refining after three years of cultivation. Why don't you go home and have your child." The senior brother sprayed saliva all over his face. Lin Chen wiped his face and smiled like a harmless rabbit. No one knew that the inconspicuous black ring on his fingertip had just sucked away half of the opponent's cultivation level. In the dead of night, Lin Chen looked at the dancing numbers on the cultivation panel and laughed. "Is it the fourth level of Qi refining? It seems that I need to find another 'good Samaritan' to help me tomorrow." But trouble always comes faster than cultivation. The aloof law enforcement sister suddenly came to the door with a sword pointed at his neck: "The Sutra Pavilion was stolen last night, was it you?" The unruly princess from a neighboring country hugged his arm and acted coquettishly: "Brother Lin Chen, they say you are a waste. I don't believe it. Can you teach me the skills?" Lin Chen touched his nose and cursed: Senior sister's sword is so cold, and the princess's breasts are so soft... He didn't know that behind this ring, there was a secret that could overturn the entire world of immortality. And the days when he was pretending to be a coward seemed like he could no longer pretend anymore.