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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.

The Swordman Loves Not Onion · 玄幻
分數不夠
684 Chs

Dividing the King Bones

編輯: EndlessFantasy Translation

A massive blood-red spear, standing a hundred meters tall, plummeted from the heavens. 

Even before its landing, an eerie wail resonated, engulfing the skies and drowning the landscape in a torrent of blood. The land shook, and stones danced in the air, causing distress among the warriors of the six royal clans.

The mere presence of a spear powerful enough to vanquish a king alarmed the six royal clans' experts. Without waiting for commands, every warrior on the mountain, irrespective of their rank, scrambled for safety. However, the spear's descent was rapid, catching many off guard.

The seven paragons were submerged in a tidal wave of vengeful spirits. As for the six royal clans' warriors, their numbers dwindled rapidly. The intense heat of the blood sea seemed to melt those who resisted its advance.

The phoenix clan's demon leaped skyward, guiding nearby martial artists away from the spear's wrath. Yet, not all were fortunate.