Ji Yuheng is a social beast who traveled to the world of cultivation.
An ordinary spiritual root, an ordinary talent.
In order to earn a living, she joined a small, shabby sect and received the minimum living allowance of five spirit stones every day.
The master is an old man with a red reputation; the sickly brother ponders his flowers and plants every day; the senior sister studies entrepreneurship and earns 800 in return of 1,000; the junior sister chases after the spiritual chicken to pick up eggs all day long.
The only person who has a closer relationship with Ji Yuheng is the rice-cooking mother-in-law, and her hands still shake even when she is serving food.
In short, the sect is a pile of rubbish.
She thought that the days would continue like this, until one day unexpectedly came, and dark clouds came over her. She squinted her eyes and looked up, and saw countless monks descending from the sky, threatening to wash away their sect with blood.
Hey Tianzun, they are honest people, maybe they have found the wrong enemy.
Just as Ji Yuheng was about to open his mouth to defend himself, the master raised his hand and waved his spiritual energy, overwhelming the group of people.
The senior brother stopped covering his mouth and coughed, and faced him with a sword, breaking through ten thousand formations with one sword.
The talisman in the senior sister's hand ignited, and thunder struck the world and scorched it into pieces.
The junior sister patted the chicken's butt, and the chicken crowed, soared into the sky, and turned into a phoenix, covering the sky and blocking out the sun.
Ji Yuheng looked at the rice cooker with some numbness.
She held the spatula, met her eyes, and was stunned for a moment: "Why don't you come?"
Ji Yuheng was about to cry but had no tears: "... I am such a waste."
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One day, Ji Yuheng was lying dead and fishing without any psychological burden. A piece of letter paper floated in front of her, and it read:
"I am trapped in eternal winter, and I don't know how many days I have been here. I go back and forth from morning to night, and every day is the same, as if the world has stopped. But when you arrive, the ice is suddenly lifted, and with a wisp of spring breeze, my long night is broken."
I am a cultivator of immortality and have a mountain of private facilities
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