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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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Testing the Dragon King Form 

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Qin Huai appeared indifferent, sensing another opportunity to gain experience. He knew that joining a group like the Blood Poison Gang was the right decision.

Clouds and mist filled the air, shrouding the Qingzhou River in mystery. At the Lower Bay Pier, a man dressed in red walked alone along the pier street. 

Suddenly, a group of gray-robed men charged at Qin Huai from both sides of the street. They attacked him amidst the thick fog, scattering powder all around. In the next instant, their hands turned into poison-wrapped fists that struck Qin Huai's body.

"Blood qi armor!"

Accompanied by stabbing sounds, a series of screams echoed through the dock street as the attackers retreated, horrified by their rotting fists that exposed their bones. The rotting flesh spread rapidly, prompting desperate cries for help, but to no avail.