I Got a Fake Job at the Academy - Chapter 8

The cultivation genius of the Lan family of the modern cultivation family, Lan Qiaoyue, the next successor of the Lan family appointed by the head of the family——Lan Qiaoyue, accidentally traveled to the South Prince’s Mansion in Zhennan, Chu State, and became Qin Luoyi, the legitimate daughter of the mansion who was assigned to be married to the third prince.

In her previous life, she was a genius in cultivation.

In this life, she is a waste material for cultivation, and there is a strange seal in her body.

The snake and scorpion sister spies on her fiancé, and uses the world’s obscenity to ruin her reputation.

She sneered with astonishment and talent, what a trick! You find a man, and I will find ten men to pay you back… Do you still want to marry Mr. Ruyi after harming someone? There are no doors!

What? Aphrodisiac will die if you don’t understand it for half an hour?

That’s simple, just find a man to solve it, but…why did the man she randomly found turn out to be the prince of Chu State who is under one person and above ten thousand people?

When her fiancé heard that she had lost her virginity, he stopped her with a dark face and asked, “Tell me who the adulterer is. In the prince’s residence, I will reward you with a concubine…” With a disdainful tone like charity.

She bit her lip with a face full of embarrassment, stretched out five slender fingers and pressed down one by one: “One, two, three… Which one do you want me to tell you?”

Poof, the fiancé twitched and vomited blood and fell to the ground!

There is a silent smile on the beautiful face… Whether she is a concubine or a regular one, she doesn’t care. She still wants to seek the supreme immortality, and she has to untie the strange seal in her body, so she has no time to marry!

It is said that there is Penglai Immortal Island in the sea of ​​Shenglong Continent, and there are immortals with powerful magic power on the island. Qin Luoyi was ecstatic, and with a lot of money, she embarked on her passionate road of cultivating immortals…

Does the Piaomiao Sect of the first immortal sect accept disciples whose meridians are blocked?

It doesn’t matter, she has countless high-level panacea, which can be eaten as jelly beans.

A certain woman with silver bills around her waist and a gold bar in her hand smiled and took out bottle after bottle of panacea and placed them in front of the master.

The head was dumbfounded: Cough, how many do you have?

A certain woman smiled like a flower and easily took out several bottles again.

After the head of the sect was stunned, he smiled happily: I have never accepted an apprentice for a hundred years, and today I fell in love with you and accepted you as a closed disciple!

There are outstanding people in Penglai Xiandao, and they only produce handsome men and beautiful women. What? The person who was stunned by her injection was her second senior brother?

It’s okay, we didn’t know each other back then, but now we are brothers and sisters, brothers and sisters should be friendly to each other, one needle can make the senior brother flourish again.

It is said that the eldest brother is facing the wind from the tree, elegant and unrestrained, and he is a match made in heaven with the fairy-like fifth senior sister, but why does he ignore the fifth senior sister and discuss the way of dual cultivation with her instead?

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This article is a strong article for women, a favorite article, which integrates cultivation, various supernatural powers, the temptation of beautiful men, the mystery of life experience, and the heroine dominates the world horizontally and horizontally. Haha, Jane is incompetent, the content is absolutely wonderful…

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The boundless universe was filled with all sorts of wonders.

I, Chen *Ping’an, only have one sword, to move mountains, turn the seas upside down, suppress demons, deal with gods, pluck stars, break rivers, destroy cities, and open the heavenly abode!

My name is Chen Ping’an, Ping’an* of Peace, and I am a swordsman.

The Midland world was full of wonders.

In the center of the world, there was a scholar who had once used a sword to slash out a waterfall of the Milky Way. This was the person he was the most proud of.

At the edge of the East Sea’s cliffs, there was a nameless Daoist who was unwilling to ascend to the peak of a mountain. He only wished for a cool breeze to brush against his face.

In the Western Pure Land, there was an old monk who liked to treat people to chicken soup and tell stories.

In the southern border of the Wilderness, there was a blind painter who controlled golden-armored puppets that were as tall as mountains to move the hundred thousand mountains, creating an embroidered picture.

An impoverished youth who grew up in the north. One day, he saw tens of thousands of Sword Kinesis Immortals above him, like a swarm of locusts crossing the border.

He wanted to see for himself the scholar that the storyteller had mentioned, the surging tides of the East Sea, the vast swamps of sand in the west, and the majestic mountains of the Southern Wasteland.

Thus, one day, the youth picked up the wooden sword and began to descend south.

Notes:

* Ping’an means peace

** The four directions here are just the four sides of the map of China and the earth. As for the World of Righteousness, it was only one of the four “World”.

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