Poor Cultivator: Survive Until You Are Invincible in the World and Then Be Born Again

Qian Zhen Ling Sect is cold today, very cold. On the ruins that were still smoking, the ancestor of the sect held up a gleaming ancient book, and shouted hoarsely that he could use it to find a way out: "Fellow immortals! This is our sect's most precious treasure, the Holy Book of All-Knowing Encyclopedia of True Spirits in All Realms! It understands astronomy and geography, and you can conquer the world if you get it!" However, the imagined looting did not happen. The air froze for three seconds. A red-haired ancestor suddenly turned pale, and the hand pointing at the book was shaking: "Fuck! Get your unlucky thing away! I'm here to rob, not to die!" The glamorous female venerable next to her was even more beautiful, and she couldn't help but curse: "This is this crappy book! Back then, my sworn brother believed in its '99.9% Escape rate' and plunged into the excretion port of the ancient demon frog! That death scene... Vomit--!" "I've heard about it too!" The strong man carrying the knife looked horrified. "The 'unparalleled encounters' it identified are all widow spider spirits! Whoever takes this book will have the whole family to eat!" "Climb for me!" The red-haired ancestor became more and more angry as he thought about it. He flew up and kicked the sect leader on the butt with extremely precise footwork. "Let's go-!" As a result, the ancestor of the sect, together with the holy book that "only the wronged can use", turned into a shining meteor, piercing the sky, carrying the sound of howling wind, and hitting with incomparable precision tens of thousands of miles away... On the forehead of the innocent young man Li Shuyi who was chopping firewood in the barren mountains.