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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.

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Chasing the Sun

Biên tập viên: EndlessFantasy Translation

Qin Huai exhaled slowly, the terrifying energy coalescing into what seemed like a gentle energy sword. In an instant, it pierced the ground over ten meters away. 

Standing up, he flexed his muscles, feeling the vigorous surge of qi and blood within his body. The intensity of this power seemed to amplify with each passing second.

Lowering his gaze, Qin Huai studied his arm. The well-defined muscles pulsed with his thoughts. He gently flapped his wings. 

Boom! 

He vanished instantly from his original spot, leaving behind a whirlwind. The storm roared, toppling trees in its wake. Qin Huai had inadvertently cut them down with his wings.

"What astonishing speed," Qin Huai observed, looking at the ground beneath him before glancing back at his previous position. He ran his fingers over the lustrous gray feathers. "This pair of wings is far more resilient and sharp than I imagined. Its prowess surpasses even that of a treasured weapon."