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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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Invincible in the Fourth Refinement?

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

"Would you like to see the craftsmanship?" Qin Huai laughed and placed a newly-made short sword in front of Song Yinhe.

Song Yinhe took the short sword, turned it around, and waved it to test its sharpness.

"I've already prepared the things for you," he said, then got up and walked to his thatched house not far away.

Once inside, he pulled out a large wooden box and opened it, revealing a set of light armor.

"This is made from top-grade black iron stone. This is the work that this old man has put his best effort into, so you must treasure it!" Song Yinhe patted Qin Huai's shoulder.

Qin Huai put on the set of armor. It fit him perfectly, and there were also some unique grooves on it.

He furrowed his brows. "What are these grooves for?"

"You can put your poisoned dagger and poison inside them!"

Qin Huai suddenly understood. "Thank you, Master Song!"