Cultivation: Turns Out I Can Borrow Against My Cultivation

At the foot of Qianyun Mountain, in a patch of low woodland, a group of people were fleeing for their lives in blind panic.

They were armed with all sorts of weapons, dressed in a variety of clothes, and looked like warriors.

Anyone with even a little knowledge would be astonished to see them, for among the group were cultivators who could use spirit talismans to fly just above the ground.

Whatever could make even cultivators afraid must be truly terrifying!

Not far to the north of the woods stood a small mountain, about ten zhang high. Smoke curled from its summit, carrying the enticing aroma of delicious food.

A young man was meditating there, facing south. Perhaps the aroma had disturbed him, for he suddenly opened his eyes and slowly turned his gaze ahead. A hint of solemnity appeared on his handsome, still-youthful face.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate.