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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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684 Chs

Another Reunion

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Boom! 

Deep within the forest, Fang Huo crashed onto the ground, a large piece of wood held tight in his grip. The impact sent dust and smoke spiraling upwards, creating a skyward plume. 

But Fang Huo's expression was grave. He had just released the signal and already someone had responded.

"Wow, my luck seems to be so good today," he commented, eyeing an aged figure emerging from the forest. 

A terrifying aura burst from the figure, a palpable wave of murderous intent discernible even from tens of meters away. Neither party bothered to hide anything. Or perhaps, they had made up their minds the moment they saw Guo Ze's pitiful condition.

Thick brown hair sprouted on Fang Huo's chest as he bared his teeth, emitting a low growl. He watched the figure approach, then abruptly withdrew his sharp fangs. His eyes reflected a measure of shock. "Great... Great-grandfather?"