Su Di came down the mountain with a physiognomist physique that defied the heavens. He just wanted to be a humble boss in Zhiweiju. The first rule of seclusion in the world of cultivation: Do not expose yourself to mortals. He suppressed his strength and used physiognomy to cook spiritual food, and his life was relatively clean. Until a bowl of "luck porridge" accidentally leaked out, and a high-level cultivator came to the door - not asking for food, but setting up a trap to rob it. The enemy uses spiritual erosion, causal traps, and sects to suppress him, but they don't know that Su Di is a "lucky person" who is rarely seen in thousands of years. Every time you make a calculation, your luck will backfire and you will be rewarded twice as much. The cultivation of those who set up the trap plummeted, and the sect's spiritual veins dried up. Su Di was forced to take action, using the low-level spiritual food matching technique, which was beyond the level and slapped in the face like tearing paper. What's even more amazing is that he directly disclosed the patent for the spiritual food formula. The major forces gritted their teeth in hatred while queuing up to buy the right to use it. Partners gather one after another, and old wounds gradually heal. But the secret lock has lit up red - the code of seclusion is on the verge of breaking. Su Di found that his lying down was the biggest variable in the world of cultivation.
