I Cultivated for One Hundred Thousand Years

I have lived for 100,000 years and still call a mortal my big brother. I am not in the mood to read this anymore.

I have 10 billion, but I don't want to spend money on food. I just want to grab a bowl and squat on the street. That's what this book is about.

One hundred thousand years of practice has gone to a pig, there is no logic at all, the level of bronze

A fool who has practiced for a hundred thousand years

Is the protagonist a bit weak? Isn't it just a matter of a look to kill two mortal warriors when they become immortals?

If you kill someone else's father, others will just watch. I still want to say thank you to you, Niu Dunben, can I kill your father? You don't have to thank me. My name is Lei Feng.

The author castrated the protagonist, right?

The protagonist has lived for 100,000 years, and he still calls himself a junior? How about you, you're 88, you're watching**

What is this written about?

Seeing a waste of my time