Chapter 1: Disciple, come to cultivate immortals 1
[Dear host, the system ZZ number is at your service, you can be resurrected after completing the task! 】
In the space shrouded in white fog, Ling Qingxuan looked at the black-skinned pig who was hopping in front of him, and spit out a word, "No."
As the top Taoist in the Immortal Cultivation World, she has already lived enough, and she has to continue her boring life when she is resurrected. It is better to die directly.
【Host, your thoughts are very dangerous. ] No. ZZ said thoughtfully: [Considering that it is the first time that you are on a mission, host, let’s go to the first world to cultivate. 】
Even if Ling Qingxuan refused, when she opened her eyes again, the scene in front of her had turned into a forest. The flow of spiritual energy and the freshness of plants gave a familiar feeling. She looked down and saw a reflection in the stream. a girl.
The plain white shirt was embroidered with gold and silver threads in a simple style, but the words 'Qiankun' were embroidered on it. The girl wore a hair crown, revealing a smooth forehead, embellished with cinnabar, and looked like a lotus flower in bud.
The woman's face was cold, and her red lips parted lightly, "This girl has extraordinary bones, but it's a pity that in the future..."
As a person who cultivates immortals, Ling Qingxuan knows a little bit about the face.
[Host, this is the body you used this time. 】
ZZ's voice sounded in her mind, Ling Qingxuan frowned, and an explanation appeared in her mind.
This world is a type of self-cultivation. The most prestigious sect is currently called Qiankun Sect. The heroine Qi Yuan is not only the princess of the dynasty, but also the niece of the sect master of Qiankun Sect.
The male protagonist, Mu Lin, is the son of the leader of the martial arts alliance. He fled to the Qiankun Gate and went to the Qiankun Gate. He was attracted by Qi Yuan because of his excellent roots. After the two met and fell in love, they were in charge of the Qiankun Gate together.
Seeing that Aya Qingxuan didn't care at all, ZZ continued to transmit.
Ling Qingxuan's body is the only female elder in Qiankun Sect. Qi Yuan, who is loved by thousands of people, hit a nail on her body. Ling Qingxuan is old-fashioned and doesn't know how to change things, which makes Qi Yuan unhappy. In addition, Mu Lin admires Ling Qingxuan's strength. And ignoring Qi Yuan, Qi Yuan and the villain Feng Jue drained Ling Qingxuan's spiritual power and knocked her off the cliff.
Ling Qingxuan looked at the reflection in the water again, and the future was really miserable.
【Host, your task is to let this body ascend successfully and expose Qi Yuan's hypocrisy. 】
[If the host refuses to complete the task, you will stay in this world forever. 】
Ling Qingxuan didn't want to carry out such a **** mission at all, but she didn't want to stay here all the time, so let's do it reluctantly.
At this time, Ling Qingxuan hadn't died yet. Qi Yuan had only become an inner disciple of Qiankun Sect not long ago. When she went out to practice this time, Ling Qingxuan was the elder who led the team. She looked around, where is the person?
ZZ explained that although this Ling Qingxuan is strong, she is a person who devotes herself to practicing and does not care about the world, so she is a lunatic who led the team and lost herself.
Just as ZZ wanted to show her the way to get her back to the team, Ling Qingxuan frowned slightly, and Yu Jian flew up after brushing it, "The smell of blood."
This host's adaptability is so strong that she doesn't even need to give her a golden finger, she will fly by herself, no, host, where are you going, that's not our mission direction!
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In the hut that was ventilated in all directions, the boy was covered in blood, and he curled up slightly. Only in this way could the pain on his body be reduced by one point.
"Let you run! I told you to run, you little bastard, you ran out after only a few days, and they haven't paid the money for me!"
The wretched-looking middle-aged man waved the whip in his hand and slammed the young man fiercely. Every stroke involved his flesh and blood.
"Why are you beating so hard?" The woman behind the man stopped him. "How can we continue to sell him if he is killed? Stop beating."