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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

Domain Fragments!

編輯: EndlessFantasy Translation

The white-robed king deftly deflected the attack of the king corpse, the resulting combat painting the ground crimson. 

As the two continued their intense battle, the white-robed king's mind raced. His eidetic memory, a hallmark of king realm experts, cataloged faces and events with photographic precision. Yet this person before him, this king corpse, remained an enigma, absent from the annals of his vast recollections.

Despite the mysterious origins of the king corpse, the white-robed king noted a discrepancy: though his enemy's physical prowess was unmatched, his killing intent was strikingly weak.

Whoosh! 

Suddenly, the gleam of a blade caught his attention. The swift and deadly arc nearly claimed him, but he pivoted just in time, a deep wound manifesting on his waist. Blood flowed freely.