My Strength Is Too Casual

Lu Yue, who practiced Suiyuan Scripture, woke up from a three-thousand-year sleep. Everything else is easy to say, but what the hell is this random strength that goes up and down? A certain strong man: Oh my god, isn't that the one who defeated five masters of the Seventh Monument with one palm the year before last? Lu Yue nodded: Yes, it's me. A certain powerful man: Oh my god, you, you, you, weren't you the peerless emperor who raised his hand and killed several powerful men from the Eighth Monument last year? Lu Yue nodded: Well, it's me again. A certain Emperor: Let me go, why are you here again? Didn't you just beat me last month? I agreed to beat me once every thousand years, so I won't take you to play like this. Lu Yue nodded: Well, it's still me. A woman who was chasing Lu Yue with a kitchen knife frowned: Are you talking about this rookie who stole my chicken? Can't he even beat me, the third monument? Lu Yue was unhappy as he ran: Damn it, if I hadn't gotten to the first monument's strength by chance this time. . .. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.