I Can Become Stronger by Spending Money, but the Heroine Wants Me to Have My Heart

[Relaxing and refreshing writing, cultivating immortals, making money, contrasting cuteness, and face-slapping counterattacks] Let me start with the conclusion: I am the ancestor of the gods, but I have terminal brain cancer and only have three months left. This is outrageous. I was making instant noodles in the rental house, thinking about my next meal. My eldest disciple, who was in the world of cultivating immortals, regarded instant noodle soup as a fine nectar. After drinking it, he said he wanted to retreat to achieve the golden elixir. I was laid off by my boss, and I packed up and left in despair. My second disciple, a cold and pure Yuanying elder, was holding the "Tao can be Tao, but it is not Tao" that I casually typed, and asked me about the truth of the universe with a shocked face. In order to collect medical expenses, I put the stockings on the shelves for 9 yuan and 9 free shipping on Pinxixi. My precious disciple wore it and became famous in the sect competition by resisting the opponent's flying sword. The whole world of cultivation is full of legends about the mysterious "Piaomiao Patriarch" who is as wealthy as anyone in the world and has great power. As for me, I was asked three times by the nurse because I couldn't pay the hospitalization fee. Me (covering my face): Please, can you cultivators be more reliable? If you don't mention the spiritual stone to me, your ancestor will really be pissed off!