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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

The Nightmare of the Six Royal Clans

編輯: EndlessFantasy Translation

By a stroke of luck, the three sects found a reason to rally together. After years of standoff, both sides were balanced in Pingwang. The emergence of the wicked Sacred Heart Sect gave the humans an edge. However, for the human race to truly triumph remained a daunting task.

"Without effort, failure is certain," Zhang Youji mused, gazing at the sky, deep in thought. He seemed oblivious to the approaching demons. 

The electric arcs that usually surrounded him vanished, and the menacing aura he emitted dissipated. For a moment, he looked like an ordinary man, lost in fatigue. 

Boom! Boom! 

Suddenly, the demons surged, drowning Zhang Youji in their essence. From a distance, Uncle Master Fei and the True Path Sect martial artists roared in anguish. They may not have fully aligned with Zhang Youji's methods, but he was their Dao Child, the embodiment of their hope, especially since he had risked so much today.