Xuanhuan: My Martial Arts Cells Can Cultivate

Xu Ziling transmigrated at the age of nine. Ten years have passed since then.

"You useless piece of trash, you dare eat me? I'll tear out all your guts, your large and small intestines!"

Who was talking?

"So what if you're a ten-thousand-year-old snow worm? What does that have to do with me?"

"Boss, are you kidding me?"

"How can you still not get it? No matter how useless you were before, now you've met me."

"I can help you soar to the heavens."

"As the saying goes, talent accounts for thirty percent, and hard work for seventy."

"Do you know why eating so many spirit medicines hasn't awakened your talent?"

"It comes down to one thing: laziness."

"I'm not saying you're lazy. The cells in your body are just too lazy."

"That damn bastard eats and drinks well all day, but still won't do any work for his boss."

Genetic modification.

Biological science. This little worm really thought it was a future scientist.

Pop.

Something exploded inside him.

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