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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 127: Leaving Dragon Capital, White Tiger Perfected, Everyone Takes Pride in Being a Swordsman_3

At this moment, a woman dressed in a white gauze was seen running from the mountain forest, her demeanor filled with alarm.

Looking at her face, she seemed like a beauty, but when observing the rest of her body...

Wait, she's huge!

Even the usually composed Han Ye, a young man in his twenties who had spent years cultivating, had never encountered a scene like this before.

Staring at the woman unabashedly, he quickly sat upright on the back of the tiger.

The tiger growled softly twice.

Han Ye's face turned red, and he could no longer sit still, promptly dismounting off the tiger.

Just then, the woman ran out of the woods and stumbled over a shrub, falling forward.

Han Ye quickly strode over and reached out to lift her slender arm, gently asking, "Miss, have you encountered any danger?"

"Oh, Immortal!" The woman grabbed his hand and, taking advantage of this, embraced his arm. Han Ye felt a little disoriented as he heard her murmuring in his ear: