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My name is Tang Xiaolu, and as the name suggests, I am a donkey herder. By the way, he is also a good-for-nothing "insulator" recognized by the world of immortality. My daily routine is: letting go of the donkey, being ridiculed, and being kicked awake by my donkey's hooves. It wasn't until my donkey kicked the Heavenly Dao to pieces that I was told that my leaky body was the only designated material to repair the Heavenly Dao. Since then, my painting style has changed. Others rely on spiritual energy to cultivate immortality, but I rely on breathing "leak air" to cultivate immortality. Others fight with magic weapons, but I fight with the roar of my donkey. When the arrogant ancestor of the Immortal Sect looked down at me, an ant in the "foundation-building stage". I patted the donkey beside me who was chewing fairy grass: "Master Donkey, give him the whole job." Mr. Donkey raised his head and said, "Hmm - ah -!" The next second, the ancestor's body-protecting immortal light shattered.