Lin Yuan is an ordinary security guard at the east gate of Jiangnan University. He drinks tea and takes naps all day, and everyone looks down on him.
But no one knows that after practicing for three thousand years, his realm has always been the "mortal realm".
Is the Golden Elixir Demonic Cultivator arrogantly causing trouble? He slapped it away.
Kunlun's magic well cracks, and the devil is about to be born? He slowly put down the teacup.
It wasn't until his old friend asked for help in a blood letter that he sighed: "It's been three thousand years, and some accounts should be settled."
