[Relaxing and funny] [Anti-routine cultivating immortality] [Aloof fairy × poor-mouthed blacksmith] [Everyday life]
My name is Li Ran. I am a blacksmith by trade. I have no system, no grandfather, and no golden fingers.
Question: How to complete cultivation with the fewest spiritual stones?
Answer: Set up a pot to boil water and stew yourself in it.
The female is three thousand years old and ranks in the immortal class.
I, Li Ran, was born as a blacksmith, but I only believe in two things:
Li Family Quality Inspection/Sister Jiang.
When the entire world of cultivators began to imitate me and stew themselves in an iron pot - I fell into deep thought:
You have learned wrongly!
The top swordsman wants to accept me as his disciple? Don't go! I owe Sister Xian for saving my life.
Three thousand strong men came forward to welcome me, wanting to make me their sect leader? Stop making trouble! I just want to cheat some spiritual stones quietly.
Cultivation to become an immortal and become a bride? Want me to have sex with a man? Fortunately, the groom is Sister Jiang.
Do you need to abide by Zhou etiquette to cultivate immortality? Are your rules just rules? What a coincidence, I, Li Ran, am here to break the rules, and break you by the way.
Some years later
There is an unwritten saying in the world of immortality: You don't have to believe what Li Ran says, but it's best to try it first.
