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Cultivation: I Inherite The Strongest Account In A Sect Simulator

Jiang Yining was transmigrated to a cultivation world and became the master of the Tianyan Sect. Unfortunately, the sect was broke and he only had three disciples. Just as everything was about to fall even further apart, he received the Golden Finger. To make it even more interesting, the Golden Finger was an idle cultivation game that Jiang Yining had played in his previous world. [Welcome back, long-time player. You will inherit your old account that has been idled for a million years.] From the game, Jiang Yining could receive martial arts, resources, fates, buildings, skills, and even spiritual roots from checking in and completing quests. He vowed that he would use the rewards to grow his own sect. In the world of cultivation existed prestigious families, sects, kingdoms, and even celestial sects. Everyone's goal was to ascend to a celestial being. However, years later, Jiang Yining and his Tianyan Sect sat on the Long River and looked down at the people still struggling in the celestial realm.

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The Lingyun Sect Is Under Attack Again! Who Did It This Time?!

Redakteur: Nyoi-Bo Studio

At this time, the sun had yet to rise, and the thick fog of early morning had already dispersed, wandering in the air.

However, the disciples of the Lingyun Sect hadn't realized that they were about to face another disaster!

As the strongest combat force left in the sect, Old Ling's perceptive ability was naturally extraordinary!

"Something's not right!" He had originally been by Gu Lingfei's bed, checking on the latter's condition, but in the next second, he already noticed that something was wrong!

There seemed to be a faint fluctuation between Heaven and Earth. Several powerful energies seemed to be heading towards them!

"Tsk, looks like what I've said is true... This kid's background... Sigh! So be it!" Old Ling's gaze gradually became sharp as if he had already made a decision!

"If you have come for my old friend's son, I naturally won't sit idly by!" He stood up and looked out of the window, which was still pitch-black.