I'm Delivering a Takeaway, Do You Think I'll Become an Immortal Emperor?

[The two armies are at war, sign for my takeaway first! "Nine-level mountain-protecting formation? That thing can block the spiritual rain, but it can't stop me from deducting money for overtime." The two factions, the good and the evil, fought decisively in the Immortal Burial Valley. The battle was so dark that the sky and the earth were dark, and the sun and the moon lost all light. Suddenly, a small electric donkey puffing out green smoke crashed through the Shifang Killing Formation and stopped with a crunch in the middle of the battlefield. The mortal Wang Xin took off his goggles and took out a bowl of steaming pig brains: "Excuse me, who is the Netherworld Demon Lord? The spicy Ling Nao you ordered has arrived. I am fully responsible for any spilled soup." "Also, if you, the righteous demon, want to attack me, can you step back a little? You are blocking me from giving the death pill to the sword master next door." The whole world of immortals has gone crazy. He regards the Nascent Soul Sword Qi as a breeze, and traverses the forbidden area as if he were visiting a vegetable market. Who is this mortal with no cultivation at all? ! Faced with the fanatical speculations of the ancestors of the major holy places, Wang Xin was also desperate: "Stop kneeling, I am really not an ancient immortal! Hurry up and give me a five-star review. If you are late for a second, you will deduct three years of my life!" …