Jiang Jin is an ordinary special employee who maintains the balance of the human world. His responsibilities include but are not limited to sending people from other worlds back to their original worlds, and giving reborn people their original endings.
As long as it disrupts the balance of the world line, she must be there, so her name was too loud at that time, and no one knew about it.
People cultivating demon cultivators will shrink away when they hear the word Jiang Jin.
Although, that was ninety years ago.
Jiang Jin was forced to retreat because her soul was injured. When she came out, the barrier between the demon world and the human world was completely broken, monsters were rampant, and the young talents of the generation who knew her had long since become the pillars of various families and clans.
There are few rumors about her in the world, and she seems to have been forgotten.
Jiang Jin at the beginning: Is it true? There is such a good thing.
Later Jiang Jin: They lied.
How could this be forgotten? This is simply her story without a name! Once upon a time, there was a senior sister from Lingxiao Sect...
Those who should know her should still know her.
The new generation disciple was curious and gave her some knowledge: "Junior sister, you know that in the past there was a great disciple of Master Yan Xing, who could kill thousands of people with one person."
"After killing people, he disappeared, and then gave up his wild words to destroy the ten major clans. I really can't imagine what a master he is."
Jiang Jin: Of course, I should be the disciple of Master Yan Xing. Is there a possibility that I have never done such a thing?
The god-transformation monk who knew her and has now become a powerful force in the world lamented: "After all, your generation is not talented enough. If the one from back then was still there, he would definitely not let the demon cultivator be arrogant..."
Jiang Jin scratched his head: Although you are right, it seems that you didn't recognize me in front of you.
The little junior brother who picked him up the mountain by himself said calmly and slowly: "Of course I entered Taoism for senior sister."
"There is no distinction between good and evil in the sword of my senior sister."
No morals, just do whatever you want x The light of righteousness that has grown crooked
Non-traditional cultivation of immortality, non-growth stream
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Intention: work hard