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Others Level Up, but I Pursue Cultivation!

[Simulator+Cultivation+Farming Stream+Survival Stream] One day, through transmigration, Su Xing arrived in a data-centric high martial world. This world had extraordinary strong beings known as professionals, favored by the "heavens," who could level up and strengthen themselves by running dungeons and killing monsters. Su Xing changed his job to the hidden profession of Cultivator, but due to unknown reasons, he could not gain experience or level up like other professionals. Unable to level up, he could only cultivate... but in this era where Spiritual Energy was depleted and Cultivators were nearly extinct, even obtaining Spiritual Energy was a luxury. After four years in college, Su Xing was still a minor in the Qi Refining Stage, struggling even to graduate. Fortunately, he awakened the golden finger "Life Simulator," which allowed him to simulate the future by paying energy and bring back the Cultivation Level, items, and more from the simulation to the real world. However, in the simulated future, the Foreign Race invaded in full force, leading to the overthrow of the Human Race overnight. In such desperate circumstances, Su Xing chose to lie low and develop, cultivating Spirit Plants, concocting Elixirs, enhancing his Cultivation Level, improving the overall strength of the Human Race... He continuously strengthened himself through the simulator, becoming a hidden powerhouse, silently resisting the invasion of the Foreign Race... ps: This is a story about a simulator, leaning towards a careful survival strategy, farming development, and operating from behind the scenes...

Three five mysterious seven · Oriental
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597 Chs

Chapter 231: First Arrival in Three Thousand Worlds, Starting in Hell? (Two-in-One, 10,000 Words!)_4

[After hearing this, the coquettish female voice instantly changed its tone, and said, "Hmph, just a bunch of useless people! They might not even produce a single blood seed! What's the rush?"]

[While Blood Twenty-Two and Blood Twenty-Three were arguing, a slightly authoritative voice sounded in their ears, "Enough, stop arguing! After all, this is someone else's territory. Let's see if there are any survivors and try to save as many as we can..."]

[Upon hearing this, you were almost certain that these people were members of the Descending Sect because of the unique code names, Blood Twenty-Two, Blood Twenty-Three... just like Blood Three you encountered before.]

[But to be cautious, you did not rush to ask for help, instead deciding to continue playing dead and observe the situation.]

[Soon, faint cries for help could be heard nearby, presumably from fellow captives pretending to be dead when they found someone coming to the rescue, and they promptly called for help.]