Zhao Tiexin traveled through time and became the humblest nymphomaniac disciple in the Immortal Sect. He only knows how to kneel down and lick his master, the sword master Ling Shuanghan, every day.
Seeing the master's eyebrows furrowed and the oppressive black energy surrounding his body, the world of cultivation is about to face the most tragic catastrophe of demonic possession in history.
When everyone was helpless, Zhao Tiexin suddenly stood up and asked the cold-hearted Sword Master sincerely: "Sword Master! You have been constipated for almost ten years, right? Why is your face so smelly?"
The whole place was in an uproar, and the Immortal Dao big guys were shocked out of their wits.
Unexpectedly, Ling Shuanghan was stunned for a moment, the demonic energy weakened visibly, and the fairy eyebrows slightly expanded...
From then on, the cold Jianzun Peak smelled of barbecue every day. Jianzun was forced to squat on a street stall, dance in the square, and bear with a dark face being treated as a 'patient' by his disciples.
Until the day when the demon from outside the territory invaded, Ling Shuanghan was severely injured by the demon in order to save Zhao Tiexin, and the altar was completely destroyed.
Zhao Tiexin was extremely angry and stood in the wave of demonic energy and took out the amplification note:
"What about your fucking depression that was cured by me? A useless monster that is worse than a dog wants to touch my people?"
The immortal master was stunned: "What kind of magic power is this? It actually makes the magic energy dissipate!"
