The Strongest Social Animal in the World of Cultivation

Heaven asked him to endure calamity, but he tore up the script with his backhand - dying first is a sign of respect. So he became Nanli's hostage, died in the snow in the north, and lived as the most inconspicuous disciple of Qingxu Que. Lu Yi felt bored to the core and wanted to sleep forever. But the script refused to let him sleep. A hundred years ago, Feng Lin broke his soul for him; ten years later, Feng Li broke the path for him. As soon as he sighed "Let it go" on the altar, the silver-haired inspector descended from the clouds and grabbed his wrist: "Feng Lin's soul, Feng Li's Tao - now they all belong to me. Do you recognize this contract?" The Lord of the Nine Nethers locked up the River of Forgetfulness, and his blood-stained pupils burned with fire: "You belong to me, and you will live forever." He glanced around: "Lack of light, excessive humidity, bad reviews." The time demon disrupted the three realms and tempted him with a smile: "Lu Yi, we are the same kind." He twirled the cake and commented: "The special effects are acceptable, but the logic is zero." Until he buried the last piece of broken jade in Cangyun Pavilion, let go of the soul lamp that passed through the afterlife, and even "rewritten" the rules of Jiuyou one by one - Only in hindsight did the Three Realms realize: This is not a calamity, this is clearly forcing the gods to personally rectify the workplace. And his way of solving troubles is simple: whoever won't let him lie down, he will make him never want to lie down again. At this moment, he frowned at the newly drafted "Jiuchen Taoist Couple's Regulations on Getting Along": "Article 57... Can it be changed to 'Double cultivation requires mutual consent and an appointment in advance'?" The silver-haired supervisor beside him said without changing his expression: "Adopted. Supplement: Taoist couples have the unilateral right to make reservations in advance."