After Sweeping This Leaf, Go to Arrest the Soul

After sweeping this leaf, go to arrest the soul. Li Mochen The disciples of the Qingyun Sect's miscellaneous room are sweeping the floor, pulling weeds, lighting fires, and being spat on by the outer disciples every day. No one knew he had a Judge's Pen hidden in his broom handle. The underworld is preparing soul seducers, who are in charge of the copy of life and death, and are responsible for the return of the souls of the monks. The daily routine is to clean the mountain gate and collect souls, but the ideal is to one day accumulate enough merit points to change to a more relaxed area. Until he discovered that the ancestor who ascended thousands of years ago was actually still alive. The fates of the entire Immortal Sect's genius disciples have all been changed. And the first person whose fate he personally rewrote was holding a sword and asking him—— "Who are you?" Li Mochen put the broom on his shoulders and sighed: "I'm just a sweeper." Site/Humor/Xianxia/No System/Wise Fighting Articles