I Died Nine Times and Finally Became an Immortal

Su Le died eight times. In the first life, he was stabbed in the back by his senior brother - "Junior brother, there is only one quota." In the second life, I saved up spiritual stones for three years to buy the Foundation Building Pill, which was made of flour balls and cinnabar. In the third life, the golden elixir next door crossed the tribulation, and the tribulation thunder hit him accurately across a mountain. The fourth generation poisonous mushroom. The fifth generation was on the wrong team and became cannon fodder. The sixth life fell in love with a demonic spy. The seventh generation came out of seclusion after three hundred years. Times have changed, and the exercises he practiced became the "Sunset Red Heritage". The eighth generation suffered a landslide, was blown by the sword energy, and died in battle. Eight lifetimes, two thousand four hundred years. He proved the same thing with his body: in the world of immortality, hard work and seeking death are synonymous. So the ninth life—— "No more practicing. No more climbing up. No more taking sides. Plant vegetables, raise fish, bask in the sun, and live as long as you can." He took the initiative to apply to go to the Miscellaneous Hall - the lowest level of Cangyun Sect - and turned over half an acre of land with a hoe. The result was a Jiutian Lingshen that had been extinct for four hundred years. The entire sect was shocked, and the elder of the Alchemy Pavilion personally came to ask for his special promotion. Su Le replied: "Does the Alchemy Pavilion have KPIs? I don't want to have anything to do with KPIs in this life." The elder's tea cup flew out. What no one knows is that Su Le has a reverse system bound to him - the more he wants to hide, the higher the reward; the more he wants to lie down, the faster his cultivation level increases. When the whole world of immortal cultivators was spreading the legend of the "Lying Immortal", Su Le was squatting in the backyard of the handyman hall eating hot pot. Twelve sect bosses lined up outside the door to ask for an audience. He picked up a piece of radish and said, "Don't make any noise, the nap isn't over yet." A man who died eight times decided to make a mess - but he forgot one thing