Su Wanwan, the last sect leader of the Xuantian Sect, who had been sleeping for a thousand years, woke up to find that his ten thousand-year-old Xuanbing coffin had been dug up as an antique and was almost sent to a museum.
The spiritual energy is thin, the magic weapon... Oh, that's a mobile phone. Flying sword... Oh, that's a plane.
In order to have a hot meal in the "End of Dharma Era", the penniless former immortal had no choice but to curb his cultivation and become the personal bodyguard of a certain "delicate and frail" tyrant.
The CEO felt that although his newly recruited bodyguard was extremely powerful, there seemed to be something wrong with his brain.
She would recite the Heart Purifying Mantra to the sweeping robot, saying that she wanted to purify the evil spirits.
She would call the company's rivals a "hostile sect" and suggest breaking into the mountain gate at night to steal their "treasure of the sect" (trade secrets).
When he was socializing, she would also carefully help him identify which ladies had "peculiar bones and are suitable for dual cultivation."
Gu Jingshen: "... Can you be normal?"
Su Wanwan looked innocent: "I'm normal. But you, with a mortal body, have leaked your yang energy, and your life is not long. Don't be afraid, I will protect you."
It wasn't until later when demons and demons were rampant in the city and business opponents resorted to unforeseen tactics that Gu Jingshen discovered that his little bodyguard with a unique style of painting seemed to be... Really a god?
