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Cultivating by picking up attributes, I accumulate my strength!

Han Ye crossed into the world of a fantasy cultivation epoch, transmigrating into a tenant farmer in Langlang Village. Believing he was doomed to live his life in toil and hardship, he accidentally awakened a destiny called "Accumulated Attributes Released at Once". "Accumulated Attributes Released at Once": Not unlike how constant dripping wears away a stone, or how hard frost forms at three feet not overnight, it allows one to accumulate the attributes of others. Remaining quiet until the moment you choose to release it, one can then shock everyone with their power. In Langlang Village, he worked alongside farmers, and secretly listened to lectures in private schools. "Strength of an Ox +1" "Slightly Versed in Literature and Ink +1" In the Sect's Grand Competition, disciples compete and are selected through observation. "Fire Spiritual Root +1" "Sword Heart Clarity +1" With such assistance, hope ignited within Han Ye. He steadily developed, diligently accumulated attributes and improved his strength to allow himself to transform, growing stronger in silence. That year, the gears of fate began to turn. No one expected that the tranquil world of immortal cultivators, which had remained peaceful for ten thousand years, would begin to descend into chaos! As the Heavens collapsed, the great powers emerged; immortals descended, sparking a war between the righteous and the demonic. No one could have imagined that a humble tenant farmer from those years past could rise to become Han the Respected One, feared by the world.

Imperial Master of the Ming Dynasty · Oriental
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226 Chs

Chapter 130: Do you not feel ashamed for holding a sword for a woman?

"Crack!"

Within the mansion, underneath the stage, the jade stone floor shattered, revealing a dense web of cracks.

Standing at a distance, one could see Han Ye didn't have a sword in his hand, yet dozens of sword shadows had appeared.

What shocked people even more was the golden glow that emerged from Han Ye's two fingers.

The domineering golden color of his vitality blood spread from his fingers to his entire body.

In the next moment, Han Ye's body had turned entirely golden, resembling a statue made of pure gold.

Without any hesitation, Han Ye struck again. A mere punch to the ground stirred up a violent wind that defeated all the disciples of the four major families, including the sword-holding seedlings who led the families, and the eldest sons of the four clans. They were all suppressed and defeated by Han Ye's overwhelming power.

No flying sword could get within three feet of Han Ye.

The ordinary flying swords lost their senses or were broken and flung away like toys.