The ancestor of the Xuanyun Sect, Su Jiu Yao, who had lived for three thousand years, was dug out by an excavator from the cave where she was in seclusion amidst the roar of spiritual energy recovery.
Facing this strange world of bustling traffic and roaring steel, she was confused.
The spiritual energy is so thin that if you don't look for food, you will lose your soul. In order to earn a living, the mighty master in the tribulation period had to keep an eye on the sick and frail CEO who was terminally ill but possessed a trace of innate pure Yang energy.
"Young man, I see that your bones are extraordinary and your life is not long. Come with me... Cough, cooperate with me and I will ensure that you are cured of your illness."
"Where is the liar from? Get out of here!"
Later, the employees of the Qin Group discovered that their boss, who was out of breath when walking and seemed to be driving westward in the next second, had a "personal health consultant" with a unique style of painting beside him.
She can stop an out-of-control elevator with her bare hands, can use Lafite from 1982 as a cinnabar drawing charm, and can lament over the roasted suckling pig at the company's annual meeting: "What a waste of natural resources! Such spiritual beast cubs are worthy of making elixirs!"
Everyone: "... Mr. Qin, are you sure she didn't run away from a mental hospital?"
Qin Yan looked at the woman in front of him who was giggling while browsing the short video, and casually rubbing a thunder ball for him to use as a power bank, and rubbed the center of his eyebrows helplessly.
Yes, she is crazy.
But she's also his only medicine.
