Medicine Farmers Hold Lamps, Martial Arts Control the World

"He used to be the dirtiest medicine farmer in Qinglan Valley. When he was squatting in the mud to pick medicine, the soles of the clan elder's boots always ran over the back of his neck. Until the ancient cauldron cracked, he saw the longevity number above everyone's head—— Mean Accountant: Seven days. Designing to harm his cousin: three updates tonight. Later, he stood at the pinnacle of the World-Suppressing Realm, smashed through nine mountains, and beheaded the great monks in the Tongxuan Realm, but could no longer see anyone's longevity. Valkyrie Su Qingtang touched his frost-stained temples: 'You said invincible loneliness, was that what that little handyman who was hiding in the medicine shed counting his lifespan wanted most? ' Lin Zhao looked at the stars in the sky and smiled—— Back then, he was counting other people's deaths. Now, it is he who decides the fate of everyone in the world. " This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.