As a staunch believer in "lying down", Su Qingqian, an outstanding young man in the 21st century, lives by his credo: never stand if you can sit, and never sit if you can lie down. Until one day, the Malatang takeout she ordered came with a glowing... Meal box.
Bite! The takeaway immortality system has been activated. Hello, host Su Qingqian.
[Novice task: Please use up a whole roll of toilet paper within an hour. Punishment for mission failure: going to the toilet without paper for a week.
Su Qingqian: "...?"
From then on, Su Qingqian was forced to embark on a path of cultivating immortality with a unique painting style. Others introduced Qi into her body, so she was forced to stand on her head and drink Coke; others were making alchemy and drawing talismans, so she was asked to sing a lullaby to the neighbor's dog; others were in seclusion to learn Taoism, but she was forced by the system to dance with the square dance lady downstairs.
Just when Su Qing Eqian was tortured to the point of ecstasy by the system, she met a man worth hundreds of billions, so handsome that people and gods were angry, but so old-fashioned that he looked like a man who had traveled from ancient times - Mo Chenyuan.
Mo Chenyuan, a leader in the world of cultivation who has lived for thousands of years, became a modern overlord in order to find the lost sect treasure. When he sensed the faint aura of the treasure and came to the door, he saw Su Qingqian stepping on the takeout box of his sect's treasure and hanging clothes on her toes.
Mo Chenyuan: "... Fellow Taoist, the thing under your feet is the supreme treasure of our sect. Can you return it?"
Su Qingqian: "Oh, you said this, it's very useful as a stepping stone. How about selling it to you for fifty yuan?"
Mo Chenyuan breathed out his breath and almost didn't lift it up. One is a salty fish who doesn't want to become an immortal, but he has a treasure in his possession and has unlucky luck. The other is a big shot in the orthodox world of immortality, but he has repeatedly failed.
