I Rely on Caution to Cultivate Immortality

As a cultivator, Minran has always been committed to the great cause of survival and careful survival. But she seems... To have done a little better? During a certain experience, the cultivators fell into a trap. The devil laughed loudly: "If you are hit by my demonic hell-burning intestines, you are dead!" Everyone was panicking. Demon: "Unless you have the soil from the roots of smallpox as a guide!" Practitioners: Who cares about that kind of thing! Minran silently opened the storage ring, found the storage bag marked five hundred and sixty-four, and poured out a large pile of soil from the roots of the smallpox. Demon: "... Without the sarcophagus powder containing my bones, it will be a dead end!" Minran silently took out storage bag No. 619. Demon: "... And the thousands-year-old silt of hell and sea, the snow on the top of polar icebergs..." Under the expectant gazes of the cultivators, he awkwardly pulled away for a while, and then piled them all in front of the demon. When the demon was so angry that he vomited blood, he smiled shyly and said, "Thank you for your help, otherwise I really don't know how to detoxify." Demon: "... Poof!" Vomited three liters of blood, died! (No CP fairy tale, please support me)