Cultivating Immortality, Buddhahood, and Demonic Arts: My Hand Slipped and I Picked the Wrong Talent

In a world where it's kill or be killed, damage output is the most reliable. Bai Jun's finger hovered over [Overlord Sword]. “You're the one!”

“Ouch!” Suddenly, a pair of huge breasts slammed into Bai Jun's back, nearly knocking him over.

“Got so much milk you had to squeeze it out somewhere?” Bai Jun turned around and stared with disdain at that criminally gorgeous face!

[Ding! Congratulations, you've chosen the talent [Void Sword]!]

“I...”

A cold wind blew by, and a few leaves landed in Bai Jun's disheveled hair.

After a long while, he calmly and elegantly uttered a few words: “What did I do to deserve this?!”

That criminally gorgeous face was grinning with a busted mouth!

Bai Jun grabbed the person's throat. “So what if you've got two silicone lumps? Give me back my talent!!!”