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?”
Chapter 320: A Modest Wager Qin Lu’s words rang out with a sharp, iron-clad confidence that immediately drew every eye in the clearing. The gathered cultivators exchanged hushed murmurs, their gazes flitting between this unknown practitioner and the looming, bee-infested mountain. Amidst the heavy silence, Li Dachui’s boisterous voice cut through the air like a blunt axe. “Fine! A military pledge it is!” the brute barked, a predatory grin widening his face. “But let’s talk stakes. If you screw this
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