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Starting My Cultivation With Time Management

“So, you have been lying to me all this time?” She raised her head and realized that the face of her senior brother, one who she knew so well, was unfamiliar and scary. “What are you talking about?” Her senior brother scoffed and shook his finger. “All I can say is that none of you knew who I really am.” He then turned around and walked towards the Sky Throne, a symbol of absolute power. Master Sword Aura, Sea of Flame, Star Light… The dozens of skills that were used to stop the man from approaching the Sky Throne simply bounced off him. All the skills simply vanished into thin air. “No!” Xu Yingling bit her lip and turned to look at An Zhisu and Shi Liuli. They exchanged glances. All the despair, sadness, fear, and even love, were now meaningless. The only thing that was important at the moment was to stop that man. ... A cultivation novel. The main character used his cheat ability, Time Travel, to secretly live among all the powerful sects while learning their skills. He eventually managed to gain the power to approach the Sky Throne and become an immortal. However, it seemed that things weren’t going as smoothly as he had planned…"

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Chapter 32 The Sun Sword Master Bragging

Ling Yunpo stepped into the last chamber.

He saw the accumulated water on the ground suddenly rise, converging in the air into a humanoid figure that looked like a lean Daoist.

Even though his specific facial features were indistinct, the figure stood with his hands behind his back, his posture as straight as a green pine, almost exuding the aura of an immortal Daoist.

"There's no need to ask for my name," the figure said in a clear voice. "Are you the one with the Innate Sword Bone?"

"Yes, may I ask if this place is the deadlock trial?" Ling Yunpo was about to ask "May I know the senior's name" when he suddenly remembered the figure's words "no need to ask" and promptly changed his question.

"Indeed." The Daoist spread his arms, and the water at his feet began to boil fiercely.

Amidst the churning water, a white-golden Immortal Sword slowly ascended, its hilt rising to the Daoist's hand where he deftly grasped it.