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I Hide And Farm In The World Of Cultivation To Increase My Proficiency

Lu Yuan crossed into the world of immortal cultivation and obtained [Skill Panel]. He was well aware of the level of danger in the world of immortal cultivation. [Sword-ridden skill reaches LV.10. Please choose the direction of advancement...] [Obtained advanced skill - Ride the Wind Royal Sword Technique: Double the speed of Royal Sword] [Reaching LV.10 in Breath Convergence Technique, please choose the direction of advancement...] [Obtained advanced skill - Aether Turtle Breath Concealment Technique: Double the effect of breath concealment] [Disguise skill reached LV.10. Please choose the direction of advancement...] [Obtain advanced skill - Disguise: Adjust your face muscles to achieve a perfect disguise effect] The so-called immortal cultivation was to see who lived longer! Killing the enemy was not something to brag about, but living was. Running fast, being good at hiding, looking ordinary... were the posture of the immortal emperor! Lu Yuan: I came to the immortal cultivation world only to do three things. Live long, live long, and live a godda*n long life. "Only those who are alive... are worthy of cultivating." "What, you talk to me about ghost immortals? A bunch of evil b*stards. Get out of here!" Steady immortal cultivation: afraid to die, so I maximized my defensive abilities.

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The So-Called Immortal, One Mountain and One Man (2)

Redakteur: Nyoi-Bo Studio

At the same time as Iron-ox was heading to the assembly point outside the city.

Many people in the Imperial capital also left their residences and walked toward the assembly point outside the city.

Some of these people were storytellers who told stories in restaurants.

Some were vendors selling candied haws by the roadside.

Some of them were poor scholars who had a bookstore business.

Although they have various identities, these people had one thing in common.

They were all practitioners of the Devil Slayers Division.

The so-called practitioners were not cold machines, nor were they dogs raised in the mortal world.

They were a group of living people, a group of people with their own lives, their own emotions... Living people.

In a corner of an alley in the Imperial capital.

"Lord Lion-ape, we should leave."

Hearing his subordinate's words, Lion-ape, who was feeding stray cats, slowly stood up.