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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.

The Swordman Loves Not Onion · Oriental
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Qin Huai Poisoned Himself to Death?

Traductor: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Hong San sat in a corner of the mine. His qi and blood were boiling, causing his skin to turn red.

His hands did not stop. His hands turned into several palms, and with the unique tremor of the rumbling thunder skill, he quickly slapped his body.

If someone could see in the dark, they would definitely discover that there seemed to be some poisonous powder being quickly slapped out of his body. However, such a method was like a cup of water on a burning cart of firewood in the vast poisonous sea. 

This kind of delicate work consumed a lot of spirit, qi, and blood. It was clear that Hong San was using his vitality to exchange for time.

The ambush location he chose was also very close to the Thunderbolt Dojo. If they were fated to receive reinforcements, they could also successfully turn the tide of the battle.