As a cultivator, Minran has always been committed to the cause of survival and surviving cautiously. But she seems to have done a little bit better?

During a certain training, the cultivators fell into a trap.

The demon laughed loudly: "You are dead after being hit by my demon prison burning intestines!"

Everyone was panicked.

Demon: "Unless you have the soil from the roots of the smallpox as a lure!"

The cultivators: Who would care about that kind of thing!

Minran silently opened the storage ring, found the storage bag marked with 564, and poured out a lot of soil from the roots of the smallpox.

Demon: "...Without the sarcophagus powder containing my body, you will die!"

Minran silently dug out the storage bag number 619.

Demon: "... and the thousand-year-old silt of the Hell Sea, the snow on the top of the polar iceberg..."

Facing the expectant gazes of the cultivators, Mingran embarrassedly picked them up for a while, and piled them all in front of the demon. When the demon was so angry that he vomited blood, he smiled shyly, "Thank you for your help, otherwise I really don't know how to detoxify."

Demon: "... Puff!"

Vomited three liters of blood, and died!

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[No System] [Mortal Style] [Decisive Killing]

Fang Yi traveled through time, treading the path of the devil, only to

reach the stage of forming an elixir. Reincarnated after death, he returned to the path of medicine, curing illnesses and saving lives, promoting health and longevity, and earning a reputation

far and wide. The path to

immortality was treacherous, with demonic cultivators rampant. Fang Yi made friends, cultivated peacefully, refined puppets, and sacrificed corpses, gathering "talents" and accumulating foundations.

...

Over a hundred years later, the demonic path invaded, and evil cultivators

blocked the way. "Hehehe, Fang Yi, medical practitioners are not good at fighting.

Submit to me immediately, and you will survive." A verdant treasure banner, brimming with medicinal fragrance, shed wisps of life, shielding Fang Yi.

"Hahaha, this place is deserted, and a mere medical instrument still yields!"

"Desolate?" Fang Yi's eyes shone darkly.

The treasure banner, transformed from life to death, ghostly figures filled the sky, and the corpse puppets howled like a demonic kingdom.

Yinsha Master: "A magical weapon emanates ghostly energy, a medical banner of ten thousand souls?"

The Bone Demon: "The Yin Vein refines corpses, so they're not good at fighting?"

Nine Corpse Wanderer: "Sacrificing human puppets, is that good for others?" Fang Yi,

a gentleman like jade, smiles without a word, the aroma of medicinal herbs lingering in his ears.

...

Time cuts through the prodigies, leaving the path to immortality shrouded in enchantment.

Fang Yi has become an immortal in the eyes of the righteous ancestors, the demonic giants, and the demon spirits.

Eras pass, time rolls, countless prodigies rise and fall.

Only Fang Yi remains unshakable, ascending step by step to immortality.

Lu Chang’an cultivated the reincarnation of immortals for two generations, and in the third life, An Wengou reached the Nascent Soul stage, solved the mystery of the reincarnation stele, and then practiced the mediocre ancient health-preserving skills.

Avoid fighting and fighting, operate steadily, and form good relationships with people.

After a long cultivation career, I got acquainted with growing characters, upright leaders, celestial beauties, demon giants, evil cultivators, thousand-year-old monsters, behind-the-scenes chess players…

Watch the ups and downs of the world, the ebb and flow of the tide.

Unknowingly, it has become a living fossil in the world of cultivating immortals, an evergreen tree through the ages.

…………

Mortal flow, stable, pseudo-longevity, decisive killing, and normal three views.

[Personal Edition]

A cup of sake to thank the ghosts and gods,

Half a ounce of pure heart to respect heaven and earth.

Penglai is ruthless and I have no intention.

I will spend the rest of my life laughing wildly at all Buddhas.

Enter the path of Tao, refine the heart of Tao, hold the seal of Tao, command the heavens, travel across three thousand worlds, this path to immortality, I will take the first step!

[Group Portrait Version]

The nine lists of the sea and world map in the era of the old gods cover the universe, and all living beings are included in it. In this era of the rise of various paths and the surge of geniuses, who can break through the list and achieve immortal holy power!

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An Immortal does not differentiate between good and evil, nor do they care about the distinction between black and white. They do not ask what is right or wrong, and consider all living things as dogs. In spite of everything, Immortals pursue the Dao with bitter resolve.

Any being who disturbs my Dao, good or evil, will be forced to meet their karma, reduced to nothing more than ashes.

How are villains made? This is how villains are made.

A demonic cultivator without a sense of good and evil, she is a cannibal in this world.

PS: This is a story about aboriginal cultivation without a male protagonist. The female protagonist’s way of thinking is completely demonic. Please pay attention~

PPS: Demonic Path! Demonic Path! To put it bluntly, he is a big villain, the kind who takes the initiative to attack!

In the distant ancient age, the flames of civilization had yet to kindle.

On the barren and primitive Modaleng Plain, the demons of deep space stretched their writhing tentacles without restraint.

The spirits of nature clung to the shadows, hoarding their dwindling strength, fearful and silent.

I came from the other side—bearing the torch of civilization.

But the light I brought stirred more than awe; it awakened the rot.

Waves of ignorance and madness followed in its wake.

The fetid, decaying firmament blinked open its ancient, starless eye.

Yet I shall not yield.

I will shatter the chains of flesh and blood,

pierce the boundaries of thought and spirit,

and in this cursed cosmos where even the stars decay—

Let it be known:

Strangers shall never be slaves.

Li Ming, a capital manipulator trained by an old fraud, was shot during his trial, and awakened in a world shaped by an extraordinary worldview.

Guided by bloodstained greed and a belief in the brilliance of money, he ruthlessly squeezes profit from every corrupt corner.

The brave ride dragons and tame tigers; the timid settle for cats and rabbits.

For a 10% gain, he stirs.

At 50%, he risks it all.

And when profit surpasses 100%, he dares to trample every law underfoot.

While the world watches in fear and fury, Li Ming sneers:

“Don’t shackle me with your morality or law, when money rises to speak, the truth has no choice but to shut up.”

Most people are born ordinary, but there are always a few who, even if born into mediocrity, aspire to greatness.

From a nameless exploited laborer to a godfather in the shadows;

From the bottom rung of society, bound by rules, to a secret emperor who crafts those very rules.

When the sun shines, this nation belongs to the Federation. But when night falls, it belongs to me!

“Sometimes, shadows can be just as vast as light—sometimes, they can even eclipse it.”

“We never extort or blackmail anyone. Every penny we earn can withstand the scrutiny of our conscience.”

If someone knocks on your door at night, they are either delivering my regards or bringing ruin for your arrogance.

As for what you will receive, that depends on the choice you make, my friend!