Ah Wanjuan died at his workstation. When he opened his eyes, he became an unborn fetus from the poorest sect in the world of cultivation. At the beginning, someone pointed a sword at his mother's womb.
She kicked the sword flying on the spot, and the spiritual root detected eight characters: Tianlinggen, which is fully understood.
Others have been practicing hard for hundreds of years, but she can understand it after just one look; others are vying for opportunities, but she just wants to find a place to lie down.
However, she was tied into a sect development system, forcing her to lead the most broken sect in the world of cultivation into a second-rate sect in three years.
Ah Wan: It's impossible to roll a roll.
So she changed her sentence, and the good-for-nothing dad built a foundation on the spot; she made a few random sentences, and the arrogant elder brother broke through overnight; when she went out to fish, she picked up a talkative koi for nothing.
The whole sect regarded her as an eye-catcher, but the big guys from all sides fought for her and lined up to become her disciple.
Awan yawned: "Please, don't stop me from sleeping."
