Starting with a Weasel, I Stole the Power of the Three Realms

[System + Huang Xian + Stealing Divine Power + Slap in the Face + Single Female Protagonist] Ten years ago, she gave a plucked pheasant to a hungry white fox on the roadside. Ten years later, a young man with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, dressed in white like snow, stopped in front of her and asked: "Girl, do you still remember that pheasant ten years ago?" She blushed: "Are you that fox?" The young man raised his sword and shouted: "I am that pheasant, look at the sword!" ——The same night, in the Beishan Graveyard, a weasel who was still learning human language was bound to the [Theocratic Stealing System]. There are only three ways to practice the practice of mountain spirits: eating incense, receiving sacrifices, and becoming a righteous person. While others were kneeling on the ground begging for leftover soup, Huang Wufeng stretched out his claws - stealing the eyes of the night wandering god, the legs of the mountain ghost, the shady roads, and the veins of the country, one by one. Not enough incense? Steal. Fengzheng or not? Rob. Yu Jing said that the immortal wants to be free? Then the net will be drawn from all directions, and the teaching immortal will not be free.