Awakening: While Others Cultivate, I Farm Monsters

While doing push-ups in the living room, Fang Xing suddenly noticed a pair of blood-red eyes beneath the bedroom door.

At that moment, Fang Xing obtained a top-tier Buddhist secret art and fifty years of cultivation.

He looked at the evil spirit in the bedroom.

With a cheerful smile, he said, "Now you have nowhere to run."

"I didn't mean to. I was just cultivating." Fang Xing looked sincerely at the evil spirit, which was on its last legs.

"Look at the state I'm in! Please, stop lying to me!" The evil spirit's howl brimmed with grief, heartbreak, bitterness, and despair.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.