Favorability Is 999, the Whole Sect Loves Me

Someone said a sword, and the sword flew out, taking the enemy's head thousands of miles away. The world called him the Sword Immortal. Someone cast a physical body, then punched open the sky, and a roar shook the sky. The world called him the Martial Saint. And I, gain favor and send tokens. After teasing my senior sister, everyone in the world only needs to call me: Give it to the Wood Immortal!