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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 Hua's Roars

Éditeur: EndlessFantasy Translation

Blood Poison Gang, Qingzhou City 

Wen Zonghao maintained a calm expression as he observed the flourishing members of the Blood Poison Gang on the dock. Of his five adopted sons, two had been killed, and two were consumed by the strange green mist. Only Huang Qiguang remained.

Huang Qiguang stood nearby, a crestfallen expression on his face. He had thought that after eliminating four people, his time to rise had come. But surprisingly, the crisis that followed Qin Huai's 'death' had quietly resolved on the seventh day. His foster father, Wen Zonghao, had adopted two more sons who were even stronger than him. 

Stealing a glance at Wen Zonghao's back and the two towering men behind him, Huang Qiguang felt the surge of their powerful presence. 

"Qiguang, go handle your duties," Wen Zonghao commanded. 

"Yes, Foster Father," Huang Qiguang replied, a cautious expression on his face as he left the area.