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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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Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Qin Huai and the eldest foster son, Mou Jinfu, were jointly responsible for water transport. 

Qin Huai sat on the dock, observing the bustling activity of the dock workers and various caravans. Not far away, Mou Jinfu reclined on a chair as a few beautiful concubines served him watermelon slices. Behind him, a group of people glared menacingly at the workers and caravans coming and going. 

Mou Jinfu locked eyes with Qin Huai, who was watching him from a distance, showing no fear. A concubine beside him became momentarily distracted and accidentally pushed a watermelon slice into Mou Jinfu's face.

"Where are you feeding it?" Mou Jinfu snapped, slapping the woman's hand away. 

Thud! 

The woman immediately fell to her knees. "Old… Old Master, I'm sorry!" Her body trembled, tears streaming down her face. 

"Am I very old?" Mou Jinfu's voice turned cold. 

Bang! 

He slapped the woman again, and her face quickly paled.