In his third year in the world of immortality, Chen Chi was still squatting on the third floor of Qi Refining. The entire sect laughed at him as the most useless disciple, until one day he was chased by a monster and was cornered. He took out the last bowl of Malatang from his arms and threw it over. The monster started dancing on the spot. The whole sect was silent for three days. Later, the demon witch knelt at the door of his cave with a spiritual stone in her hands: "Master, I want a bowl of snail noodles. The smellier, the better, and I will use it to poison my master." The leader of the Righteous Path sent three spiritual treasures overnight: "Sir, tomorrow's Immortal Gate Competition, can you order twenty portions of braised chicken and rice?" Chen Chi looked at the string of zeros on the ledger and thought: I delivered takeout before I traveled through time and broke my leg, and after I traveled through time, I delivered takeout and became an ancestor - this script has never been overturned.
