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Shuhang, was currently in his room with the items he had bought; Four rubberbands.

Although it didn't weigh too much, using his boosts doubled their weights.

Hours have passed since he started to double their weight, and he was able to finally get all of them to his desired weight.

Although it could have taken minutes, he had realised that, although it increased its weight it doesn't increase it's durability and strength.

Meaning that the weight would eventually be too much, so he also had to doubled it's durability to match it's weight.

' If only my sacred gears actually weighed

something ' He thought sadly, before putting on the bands, than he noticed something on the floor.

He face palmed at his forgetfulness, and started doubling the durability of everything in his room.

Couple minutes had passed, and he was confident his room wouldn't be affected by the weights he would continually have.

" That should do it " He walked out of the room, and headed for the running track.

When he had arrived, he had started his run around the track.

He felt the winds blow on his face, and the rush that came with it. He felt giddy, he felt powerful!

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Hours Later

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Shuhang felt extremely tired, running so many laps around the track with the four-hundred eighty kilogram rubberbands had taken it's toll, and made him drenched in sweat and impurities.

Finally stopping, he started to catch his breath a bit.

" That huff* should be enough " Shuhang couldn't do it anymore, he had already coughed out blood two times! His shirt had a great spots of red, and he felt he was about to pass out from pure exhaustion!

Shuhang began walking to his dorm, he really needed a shower.

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Shuhang's Dorm

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After he had taken his shower, his body had collapsed onto the bed, but his mind was fully awake.

' That was exhausting, I wonder how much I'm closer to perfection? '

{1%}

Shuhang gently closed his eyes, and cussed in his mind!

All that effort for one-percent of perfection! If he could still move his limbs, he would have destroyed his room already!

Shuhang breathed in and out, and slowly calmed down.

' Although this increase is minimal, all it means is I have lots of potential left '

Shuhang had finally calmed down, and was able to think rationally. The one percent would be considered the easiest to gain, but the effort increases each new percent he wanted to get.

Shuhang sighed, and rested neatly on his bed.

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Start of The Novel

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Shuhang was on his bed, waiting for the invite from the group to arrive.

He had finally reached one-hundred percent in mortal/body perfection, and all he need was to follow the instructions from his second ability he now called; Wisdom.

It wasn't the best name, but it was alright.

His strength had reached a little over five tons, his reactions was about enough to react to the slowest of bullets, and he was able to run around a hundred and fifty miles per hour.

[True Monarch Yellow Mountain (*****) sends you a friend request.] Additional message: None.

" Finally! " Shuhang accepted the request, and shortly after, another message popped up.

[True Monarch Yellow Mountain has invited you to join the group 'Nine Provinces Number One Group' Accept?]

Shuhang smiled, and accepted it once more.

[You have finally joined! Do say hello to the other members!😃]

The message was different, but it was only due to the things he had done to make a change. Shuhang looked at his user name; 'Cultivation God'

' I wonder how they will react to such a name '

Shuhang was generally curious, and excited

from joining the famous group! He closed his laptop and began to sleep, why?

Because he didn't want to change too much of the plot, well, at least the beginning of the plot anyways.

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Noticing a new member has been invited to the Nine Provinces Number One Group, the lurking members had emerged.

Northern River's Loose Cultivator: "Did True Monarch Yellow Mountain invite a new fellow friend? Hasn't it been a year since a new member joined us?"

Another member with the ID 'Su Clan's Seven' quickly replied: "There's a new fellow daoist? Is he from Mt Hua? Where's his immortal cave he's cultivating in? What's his dao name? Which stage of cultivation is he at?"

Why did all these questions sound so fishy?

Simultaneously, a user with the ID 'Thrice Reckless Mad Saber Wrote': "What's the gender of our new fellow daoist? Are you a fairy? If so, please announce your three sizes and upload a photo!"

Looking at Su Clan's Seven and Thrice Reckless Saber's messages, many of the lurking members in the group felt their mouths twitch.

"Brother Thrice Reckless, do you belong to a goldfish species or something?" Northern River's Loose Cultivator sighed. "What if True Monarch Yellow Mountain had invited another senior? You may bring disaster upon yourself once again!"

Thrice Reckless… this fella was good in every aspect, being a loyal person and eager to help others, thus his relations with others were pretty good—it was just that his uncouth tongue would pack him into life and death situations.

Unfortunately, this fella was so unlucky that it made one have goosebumps. The timing didn't matter—whenever he was reckless, he had always offended powerful seniors. These seniors who were all lacking in entertainment would naturally be happy to kill some time by torturing Thrice Reckless Mad Saber who sent himself right to their doorstep.

"I beg you, do not to mention the word 'powerful senior'… it is a traumatic experience that still haunts me," Thrice Reckless Mad Saber sent a row of 😭😭😭.

Four years ago, he had offended a beautiful 'powerful senior' with his stupid mouth and got tortured really badly… that senior had tormented him non-stop for one year and four months. Yes, that's right, a total of one year and four months! Thinking back to his extremely inhumane years, his eyes started to tear up.

Just when Thrice Reckless finished talking, the group members all sent a 😏 one by one—not at all concealing, but instead openly rejoicing at his misfortune.

There were eight members whose status was 'online' within the chat, and six of them had sent a sent a row of smiley faces.

"You bunch of schadenfreude as*holes, this lord has remembered every one of you. Don't even let me meet you, or else I shall let you to have a taste of my Seventy-Two Swift Saber Strikes!" Thrice Reckless Mad Saber grudgingly replied. He was confident in his swift saber and the six fellas who were laughing weren't his opponents in a one-on-one fight.

Just when Thrice Reckless Mad Saber finished talking, another 😏 appeared within the group. It was Su Clan's Seven who sent it.

Shortly after, Su Clan's Seven excitedly said, "When are we having the duel?"

Evidently, Su Clan's Seven hadn't actually wanted to rejoice at his misfortune—he'd just wanted an opponent for a fight.

"..." Thrice Reckless Mad Saber instantly lost his spirit.

Why? Because he couldn't win against Seven!

He had a profound cultivation base, having reached the late stage of Fifth Stage Spiritual Emperor Realm, just two steps away from becoming a Sixth Stage True Monarch. However, he was unable to defeat Seven.

Despite having his fast and fierce Seventy-Two Swift Saber Strikes, along with a lightning fast footwork , he was still unable to win against him.

He was called mad saber, and even he himself was afraid of his angry self. But even then, he was really no match for Seven!

After seeing Thrice Reckless losing his momentum, the members within the group sent another wave of 😆😆😆

"..." This time, Thrice Reckless Mad Saber could only depressingly send an ellipsis.

The group was puzzled—despite them making a din for half a day, the newcomer had yet to appear.

"Our new dao friend isn't speaking?" Northern River Loose Cultivator asked.

Unfortunately, Song Shuhang was too tired to really wake up.

Just then, Su Clan's Seven happily sent a message. "I just took a look, our new dao friend is named 'Lord Of Domination and Supremacy'. Has anyone heard of an expert with this dao name? His name seems a little overbearing don't you guys think? It sure makes me look forward to it! After all, he sound powerful! I mean, he couldn't be a mortal with such a name as that! He sounds like he knows how to fight! If so, I wanna test him already!"

"They do sound very powerful, do you guys think he really is all that?" Reckless Mad Saber sent a 🤔.