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My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences

Qin Huai crossed into the mysterious fantasy world where demons were rampant and heroes were rising. He had no background or cultivation qualifications until the day he became a medicine store apprentice and started to cultivate with his fellow apprentices. He found that the experience orbs actually fell out of his master and brothers. He learned to grind medicine with his brothers. "Ding! 'Medicine Art' Experience+3!" His Master and brothers practiced martial arts. "Ding! You picked up an 'Essence of Qi Cultivation (White)', 'Qi Cultivation' experience +3!" He killed the bandits in the mountains and picked up their cultivation. "Ding! 'Astringent Breath Technique' experience +13!" His master said that the technique was not good at attacking, had a cultivation limit, and could only prolong life. But when Qin Huai picked up the experience until the Astringent Breath Technique was 50 times stronger, his body took a tremendous change. A gentle push of his hand was like a wave. He could now both attack and defend. People said that when two kinds of cultivation methods clashed, continuing to cultivate would lead to the death of the cultivator. However, when Qin Huai picked up experience and directly skipped the cultivation process, he found there were no side effects at all! When Qin Huai practiced more and more cultivation methods, he suddenly found that those methods interacted with each other in his body and became stronger skills. ... Qin Huai, who could pick up experience, began to wander among the major powers. He saw flesh growing from white bones and the dead revived. He saw demons cooking 10,000 people and exuding extremely evil energy. He saw the Buddha statue chanting in the temple. Sanskrit sounded like a mantra. Qin Huai silently picked up experience in order to settle down in the chaotic world.

The Swordman Loves Not Onion · Eastern
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Emperor's Force

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

This time, however, there seemed to be an almost imperceptible shadow over the dragon king's head. A halo, or perhaps, a crown? 

Qin Huai was startled. This nearly invisible transparent crown was suspended over the dragon king's head, pressing down like a heavy mountain, making it hard for him to breathe.

Suddenly, the voice of the emperor of Qingzhou rang out, breaking Qin Huai's concentration. Qin Huai turned to look at the middle-aged man in front of him, his eyes wide with surprise. "Senior, didn't you already..."

"Haha, I was just pulling your leg," the emperor interrupted with a hearty laugh.

Qin Huai was at a loss. The emperor of Qingzhou certainly had an unconventional way of joking, even with a junior like him.

The emperor of Qingzhou, who had just evaluated the realm and strength of the younger generation, began to speak his mind. "Each era has its own unique talents. I respect the choices of this era and the laws of time."