Please Be Sure to Call Me a Weak Fairy

I am a sick person. I thought I would be like this for the rest of my life, but I never imagined that one day I would become a popular person. Quick, throw this useless wooden sword over! It must be stained with the blood he coughed up! Don't miss this opportunity! The moment the wooden sword touched the blood I coughed up, it suddenly became dazzling and turned into a high-quality bone sword in the blink of an eye. My blood has such miraculous effects, and like opening a blind box, it can not only greatly improve the quality of items, but also change the category The whole world of cultivating immortals knows about my deeds, and I seem to have become a hot commodity! Wait, what am I happy about? It's time to hide like a mouse, and what's going on with this strange voice inside your body? Its hoarse roar scares me. It and I seem to be in harmony but repel each other. This feeling is so weird, as if there is something cold inside my body staring at me with a cold gaze, all the time, but I can't sense its specific location. Being watched by the inexplicable things inside my body every day, and being coveted by the outside world like crazy, I can't live this life!