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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.

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Qin Huai the Thief

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Redakteur: EndlessFantasy Translation

The dog-headed advisor, holding his feather fan, confidently said, "I estimate that by the end of the year in the secret realm, we will have gathered six thousand blood beasts!" 

To them, the secret realm was the ideal place to breed blood beasts. The power of the six clans and three sects couldn't match theirs, so they could only watch helplessly as the blood beasts grew in strength. Their only option was to mine spirit stones faster to end the secret realm's influence.

The Beast King, however, wasn't completely at ease. "Things are going too smoothly," he commented. "Ever since I joined our group, I've never seen things go this well."

"Your time has come," the dog-headed advisor reassured him.

When asked about the activities of the mysterious white-robed king, the advisor reported that there hadn't been any movement detected. The Beast King, however, was suspicious.