My Skills Can Be Cultivated Automatically

Name: My Skills Can Be Cultivated Automatically
Author: Jiao Xiake

by Jiao Xiake

ongoing Xuanhuan Eastern Fantasy Male Lead

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30Kwords

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Ch. 4 — Sword and Fist

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About This Novel

Ye Chen traveled through time. Other people's time travels are all genius starts, with golden fingers, but he is better - he has practiced for three years, has three levels of body training, and is recognized as a waste by the Qingyun Sect's Servant Academy. He chops wood and carries water every day and is ridiculed by others. He even relies on his childhood sweetheart Shen Qingxue for financial support. Only she doesn't dislike him, only she believes that he can become stronger. Until late that night, the [Automatic Training System] was activated. Since then, Ye Chen's life has undergone earth-shaking changes-- While others were practicing hard in seclusion, he would lie down and sleep, and his cultivation would automatically break through. While others worked hard to understand the skills, he hung up and watched the show, and his skills were automatically maxed out. The chief of the inner sect, Lu Haotian, came to provoke him and asked him to kneel down and beg for mercy. Ye Chen punched the person away and yawned: "If everything is alright, I'll go back to sleep." Lu Haotian refused to accept and asked to fight on the duel stage. Ye Chen didn't make a move during the whole process, the system automatically dodge + counterattack, killing him instantly with one move. Lu Haotian invited the Great Elder Grandpa to put pressure on Ye Chen to get rid of him. The sect leader stood up: "Who dares to touch my son-in-law?" When everyone thought Ye Chen was just a lucky loser, he was lying all the way to break through the Golden Pill, Nascent Soul, and Transformation God... Until heaven comes to wipe out this "bug" of his-- Ye Chen stretched out and said, "System, turn on automatic combat." That day, people all over the continent saw the way of heaven - shattered by a punch of a yawning young man.