Stop It! I Am Really Not an Ancient Power!

When Qingchuan woke up, he found that he was lying in a coffin of ten thousand years of ice and had been dug out. The cultivators who dug him were extremely excited: "Welcome our ancestors to return!" Qingchuan looked at the spiritual world in front of him and fell into deep thought. He silently took out half a pack of spicy strips from his pocket: "Um... Who's angry? I haven't had breakfast yet." Everyone looked at the red and oily "god" and trembled with excitement. Until one day, the most beautiful woman in the Demonic Way blocked him in a corner, and caressed his handsome face with her beautiful hand: "The secrets of my fellow Taoist are really making people... Feel itchy." Qingchuan slapped her hand away expressionlessly: "Female donor, please respect yourself, I'm a prostitute, not an artist." Beauty: "..."