webnovel

I Hide And Farm In The World Of Cultivation To Increase My Proficiency

Lu Yuan crossed into the world of immortal cultivation and obtained [Skill Panel]. He was well aware of the level of danger in the world of immortal cultivation. [Sword-ridden skill reaches LV.10. Please choose the direction of advancement...] [Obtained advanced skill - Ride the Wind Royal Sword Technique: Double the speed of Royal Sword] [Reaching LV.10 in Breath Convergence Technique, please choose the direction of advancement...] [Obtained advanced skill - Aether Turtle Breath Concealment Technique: Double the effect of breath concealment] [Disguise skill reached LV.10. Please choose the direction of advancement...] [Obtain advanced skill - Disguise: Adjust your face muscles to achieve a perfect disguise effect] The so-called immortal cultivation was to see who lived longer! Killing the enemy was not something to brag about, but living was. Running fast, being good at hiding, looking ordinary... were the posture of the immortal emperor! Lu Yuan: I came to the immortal cultivation world only to do three things. Live long, live long, and live a godda*n long life. "Only those who are alive... are worthy of cultivating." "What, you talk to me about ghost immortals? A bunch of evil b*stards. Get out of here!" Steady immortal cultivation: afraid to die, so I maximized my defensive abilities.

Flying Fatty · Oriental
Pas assez d’évaluations
387 Chs

What? You Want Me to Go On an Expedition?

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Éditeur: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Four years later, in the herb fields of the Pharmacist Valley.

"What? Master, what did you just say? Can you repeat it?"

Elder Han looked at Lu Yuan, who was in disbelief.

"I said that I've already spoken to the sect leader to arrange for you to go to the Great Xia Kingdom's Devil Slayers Division in the capital. You'll temporarily be the director of the Devil Slayer Division there," He said with a blank expression.

When Lu Yuan heard this, he immediately pointed to his face and said, "Master, are you sure you're not joking with me? You want me to be the director of the demon Slayers Division? What kind of trash am I? Do I have it in me to be the director of the Devil Slayers Division? Obviously not!"

Hearing Lu Yuan belittling himself like this, Elder Han's face immediately turned ugly.

What did he mean he was trash? Wouldn't that make him, who accepted trash like Lu Yuan as his direct disciple, a trash breeder?