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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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The Excited White-Robed King

Redakteur: EndlessFantasy Translation

"How audacious," muttered the white-robed king, eyes fixed on the receding form of the king corpse. Fury bubbled within him. He had intended to spare these two interlopers from the six clans and three sects. Yet, they doggedly pursued him.

"Do you really think that I, a king realm expert, am weak?" he shouted. His roar sent the surrounding wildlife fleeing in fear. 

As the echoes faded and tranquility returned, the fierce expression on the white-robed king's face vanished. Wiping away the blood at his mouth's corner, he pondered deeply. "Are they just buying time?"

His gaze fell upon the late Sacred Heart Sect disciples from the five major sects who approached him anxiously. "King, are you alright?" they enquired, kneeling reverently. 

"I'm fine," he reassured them, dismissing them with a wave. As he had expected, their ambush had failed to be effective. The prowess of his adversaries was beyond their capabilities.