Immortal Lord Scolds Me Every Day for Being Useless

Su Wuling traveled through time. The miscellaneous spiritual roots that have penetrated into the first level of Qi refining for three years are the laughingstock of the sect. The good news is that there is a Ten Thousand Years Immortal Lord living in her sea of ​​consciousness. The bad news is that this Immortal Lord's daily routine is: "No dog wants your spiritual roots." "Run faster! Can a red-tusked mouse catch up with you?" "The apprentice I led back then was able to fly during the Qi refining period..." Su Wuling couldn't bear it. Until the Immortal Lord said: "Go to Fu Buyou and get the Tongxin Pei from him." Su Wuling was furious: "You want me to be a bitch for that sinister man with a vicious tongue and a heart as small as the tip of a pin? Even a dog wouldn't do it!" The Immortal Lord sighed leisurely: "It's a pity. It could have been completed in one month." Su Wuling: "... Do it! If the dog doesn't do it, I'll do it! I like to do this kind of thing the most!" "I want to improve so much, senior!" Later, she brought down the entire world of immortality with one sword. Crowd Interview: "What's the secret to your success?" Su Wuling thought for a while: "Maybe it's because... I have better luck?" Deep in the sea of consciousness, the Ten Thousand Years Immortal Lord snorted: "Fart. I taught you well." Later, Fu Buyou blocked her in a corner and asked her with a cold face: "Didn't you say you just want to make progress?" Su Wuling chuckled: "I've finished my progress, and now I want to get into your heart."