As a cultivator, Minran has always devoted herself to the task of escaping death and living cautiously. But it seems as if…she’s done a little better than that? During a certain adventure, a group of cultivators were caught in a trap. The high-rank demonic cultivator laughed uproariously, “You’re all doomed now that you’ve been been struck by this deity’s heart-burning demonic prison!” Everyone was in a panic. The demonic cultivator said, “Unless one of you can bring out the root soil of the Liantian Flower!”1 The cultivators: “Who would pay attention to something like that!” Minran silently opened her storage ring, retrieved the storage bag marked 564, and poured out a large mound of soil from the roots of a Liantian flower. The demonic cultivator: “…Unless you also have powder from the coffin holding this deity’s corpse, it’s still the end for you!” Minran silently took out storage bag 619. The demonic cultivator: “…And the ten-thousand-year-old silt from the snow at the top of the iceberg in the coldest part of the sea connected to the underworld….” Before the cultivators’ expectant eyes, Minran embarrassedly dug around for a while, until it was all piled up in front of the demonic cultivator, and smiled shyly while the demonic cultivator vomited blood in anger. “Thank you for your help, I wouldn’t have known how to detoxify without it.” The demonic cultivator: “…Blergh!” He vomited three liters of blood, then died! (A xianxia story with no romance, everyone please support it~)