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Cultivation: I Inherite The Strongest Account In A Sect Simulator

Jiang Yining was transmigrated to a cultivation world and became the master of the Tianyan Sect. Unfortunately, the sect was broke and he only had three disciples. Just as everything was about to fall even further apart, he received the Golden Finger. To make it even more interesting, the Golden Finger was an idle cultivation game that Jiang Yining had played in his previous world. [Welcome back, long-time player. You will inherit your old account that has been idled for a million years.] From the game, Jiang Yining could receive martial arts, resources, fates, buildings, skills, and even spiritual roots from checking in and completing quests. He vowed that he would use the rewards to grow his own sect. In the world of cultivation existed prestigious families, sects, kingdoms, and even celestial sects. Everyone's goal was to ascend to a celestial being. However, years later, Jiang Yining and his Tianyan Sect sat on the Long River and looked down at the people still struggling in the celestial realm.

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A Mysterious Old Man Came to Visit!

Biên tập viên: Nyoi-Bo Studio

The Fenghuo Auction was not over yet, but Jiang Yiming's focus was no longer on it. Let alone the fact that he had yet to fully understand the cultivation technique in his hands, even in terms of his strength, it had been some time since he had improved.

Therefore, he had no intention of going to the auction the next day. He just gave a pile of spirit stones to his disciples and let them buy what they please.

They could literally buy what they please since it was impossible for him to go bankrupt.

On the other hand, he requested the inn staff to help him get a large number of ancient books, wondering if the method to crack the cultivation technique was recorded in one of the ancient books.

Just when he was having a headache, there was a knock on his desk, "Sect leader Jiang, a guest has requested to see you."

"Guest? What guest?" Jiang Yiming frowned. How could there be a guest at a time like this?