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Shi Wan caught up with the time-travel trend and held the script of the master swordsman in his hand, as well as the master of the First Immortal Lord as a buff bonus. The master gave her the "old", "frustrated" and "poor" members of the Immortal Sword Sect as congratulatory gifts, and told her to carry forward her sect with sincere words. Shi Wan's heart trembled as he looked at the indebted Lingshi on the ledger, leaving a letter of divorce and running away with his helplessness in his arms overnight. What a joke. As a sales genius, Shi Wan would allow himself to be a poor jingle-bell-ringing ascetic for the rest of his life? The first sword cultivator? No, no, no, Ms. Shi said, this is nothing in front of countless spiritual stones. There was a sword at the beginning, all the materials were cut, and the equipment was forged by himself. Shi Wan felt happy when he touched the big white spirit stone in his pocket. Just as Shiwan was taking the sound transmission stone to live-stream the goods, and seeing sales approaching 100 million, a fire broke out in the backyard. "Senior Sister, Senior Sister, it's not good. Master has tied you up and can't do anything about it. He has summoned the ten major sects with Thirty-Six Rain to tie you up!" Until Shi Wan hugged her master's thigh and said, "Master, don't stop me from getting rich~"