Who Told Him to Breathe?

Chen An traveled through time. Good news, I am wearing the world of cultivating immortals. The bad news is a weird world of immortality. The city's billboards are under the control of the street office, and the prices of inns are raised on the ground during the peak season. The city management maintains the image of the city and prevents people from sleeping on the streets. Going on a business trip to protect the small family's mountain defense formation? Are storage bag patent fees increasing every year? Is the flying boat assembly line as fast as lightning? Is everything due to lack of spiritual energy? Fortunately, Chen An has a golden finger. The "Ten Thousand Qi Returning to the Source Cauldron" can absorb all kinds of qi, including the spiritual qi of heaven and earth, the spiritual qi of spiritual plants, the qi of demonic cultivation, and the qi of mana, and transform it into spiritual liquid, spiritual milk, and spiritual source at different times. From then on, Chen An became the king of hoarding resources and goods. Wherever there is anger, there is him. The monk couldn't avoid it, so he squatted at the entrance and sucked wildly. He secretly imbibed the artistic conception left by his predecessors through enlightenment. The senior monks were fighting, and he followed behind and sucked little by little. Until one day, after he sucked up the "corpse energy" in the restricted area, a thunder burst from the depths of the restricted area: "Who told him to breathe!" Chen An hugged the tripod and ran away.