After failing to overcome the catastrophe, Jiang Ning opened her eyes again and became a modern girl who was defrauded of all her family property by a scumbag and was in debt of millions.
Looking at the IOU, the number one talisman master in the world of cultivation who had lived for eighteen hundred years smiled.
She casually drew a few strokes on the yellow paper with cinnabar. After the delivery boy put it on, the battery car ran as fast as a Ferrari.
She cooked a pot of sweet-scented osmanthus and sour plum soup, and diners in the entire food court lined up in a long line due to the smell.
When creditors came to her door, she set up a stall at the entrance of the alley and sold "Jiangji Hand Cake".
The bosses of the rival sect drove luxury cars and held checks, just to buy the "waste paper" she used to prop up the table legs.
Jiang Ning held her chin to collect the money: "Don't worry, we have them all, first come, first served, queue up and scan the QR code."
Until one day, the frail CEO in a wheelchair who was said to not live to be thirty years old stopped in front of her stall following the scent of cakes, and looked at the "firewood" she threw into the stove with a shocked expression - it was the ten-thousand-year-old mysterious wood that he could not find.
The man raised his eyes, his eyes were red, and his voice was hoarse: "Is there a possibility... That the love token you gave me five hundred years ago was burned as firewood?"
