Chen Qingyang traveled through the wild world with a good skin but no spiritual roots.
The garbage system gave him some garbage: Supreme Qinqi, Supreme Calligraphy and Painting, Grandmaster's Martial Intent, Five-Color Holy Light...
Apart from having a nice name and awesome special effects, these do not allow him to practice.
But what Chen Qingyang didn't expect was...
A cup of tea he made at random can make the sect's juniors break through.
A random word he wrote could seriously injure the leader of a sect.
His casual deception can make some immortals ascend instantly.
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All cultivators in the wilderness regard Chen Qingyang as a land god, but Chen Qingyang is the only one who doesn't know that he is a peerless expert.
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The realm is unclear, and imitating others is not enough.
All the silken fishing baits have been taken away, and I listen to the rain and sleep in front of the Bazi Mountain - Xu Fu's "Partridge Sky· Qize Ze San Xiang Green Grass"
The realm is unclear, and imitating others is not enough.
All the silken fishing baits have been taken away, and I listen to the rain and sleep in front of the Bazi Mountain - Xu Fu's "Partridge Sky· Qize Ze San Xiang Green Grass"