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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 · ตะวันออก
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Chapter 122 Python and Sparrow Swallow the Dragon, Demon Appears, Old Friends Face Each Other With Swords_2

Han Ye beckoned to the two giant tigers by his side, leaving a silhouette for the two men.

"Well then, let's go."

"To Dragon Capital City."

...

Dragon Capital City of Great Zhou.

Overlooking from the Imperial Palace God Martial Platform, the crowd was bustling in the street markets, voices rising and falling, trade caravans flowing ceaselessly, all 330 districts in the inner city open for business.

In a bustling neighborhood, in a luxurious private room in a tavern, pearl curtains framed the flower windows, and the meticulously carved wooden door complement the incense wafting from the Xuanwu brass furnace; the delicacies on the dining table, though, were untouched.

"You bunch of dumbasses!"

A cold voice emanated from the head of the table.

A group of masked, black-robed Demon Cultivators knelt on the ground, fearful to gaze at the clear, thin man in the black robe sitting at the head. He was born with an imposing pair of eyes, emanating an ominous air of sharpness.