We Agreed to Be Casual Cultivators, Why Are You All Ancestors?

In Fang City, a group of unsatisfied casual cultivators got together and formed a mutual aid group. The slogan was that casual cultivators should not deceive casual cultivators. They usually exchanged what they had and stayed together to keep each other warm. Everyone agreed: when enough resources are saved, we will find a barren mountain with good aura and build a small sect together, so that we will no longer be angry with the sect and family. Until Fang City was besieged by a wave of monsters, everyone thought they were certain to die. The most taciturn person in the meeting silently pulled out the rusty iron sword. With one sword, all demons are extinguished. The poor guy who loves to eat his food the most has nine immortal talismans flying out of his sleeves. The talisman turned into a sky curtain and held up the city defense formation. The guy who had been shouting that this elixir was too expensive all day casually took out an elixir and stuffed it into the mouth of the seriously injured boss. Danyun circulates, human flesh and bones of life and death. Pei Zhi stood in the crowd with a numb expression: "Did we say that we are all poor casual cultivators? Is it true that I am the only one who co-authored this book?"