Qin Lu transmigrated into a dangerous cultivation world, inhabiting the body of a 35-year-old middle-aged man buried in debt. No background, no resources, and mediocre talent. He thought he was doomed. But then, he awakened a Proficiency Panel. As long as he practices, his skills improve. There are no bottlenecks, only the grind.
A simple [Ignition Technique] meant for lighting stoves? Grandmaster Level: It becomes the Fire Fist that incinerates armies. A weak [Finger Flick] used to kill flies? Grandmaster Level: It evolves into an Air Cannon that snipes enemies from miles away. A common [Body Shield]? Grandmaster Level: It becomes an Absolute Defense that ignores all attacks.
While others fight for resources, Qin Lu stays home, grinds his skills, and hoards his wealth. He wants to keep a low profile, but the world is cruel. Gang wars, arrogant young masters, and ruthless cultivators force his hand. “I just want to live forever,” Qin Lu sighs as he turns a foundation establishment cultivator into ash with a snap of his fingers. “Why do you force me to kill you?”
At Jiang Ge’s summons, Gu Yue glanced at Qin Lu. She gave a slight nod, her eyes conveying a silent reassurance. “Don’t worry,” she transmitted via voice projection. “I’ll go take a look. Cover the battle line for me.” “Understood,” Qin Lu replied, his expression grave. He looked up, his gaze intense. “Be careful.” Gu Yue offered a faint smile. Then, with a flicker of movement, she shot toward the eastern city wall. She wasn’t alone. Three other figures launched
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