The Whole World of Cultivation Says That I Am a Vixen!

There are two things that bother Xie Jiuer the most in his life. One is that the fire in the body burns endlessly, and the other is that someone always bumps into me when it is burning. Others rely on spiritual energy, pills, and meditation to achieve immortality. Xie Jiuer relies on three things to cultivate immortality: self-created exercises, stupid methods that cannot be taught to others, and temporary tools picked up on the roadside. The former is as slow as a turtle, the latter is a required course every day, and the latter is her ultimate training for cultivating the soul. Every time she hangs people in mid-air, she stops, pats her butt and leaves. Over time, the entire cultivation world said that she was a vixen who caused harm to people everywhere. She thought for a moment and didn't refute. After all, she did have more servants, and they did start to miss her one by one. But the masters of this group of tool men couldn't sit still. My disciple has been practicing quickly recently, but his mind is not on the sect, so he knows there is a problem. "That vixen must be eliminated." On the day of the crusade, Xie Jiuer was surrounded, and the eyes of the entire cultivation world were on her. There was a row of people standing behind her, all the geniuses of the sect who claimed to be her Taoist companion. "If you want to touch her, you have to step over our corpses first." Xie Jiuer looked at the crusaders calmly. She had never actively harmed anyone in her life, but in their eyes, she was cultivating evil evil ways. "I have something to ask." "How many of you owe me your life?" No one answered. Among the silent people, some looked away, some clenched their fists, and some pressed the tip of the sword down three points.