Starting at the First Rank, When Will This Master Finally Die?

In the 231st year of the Dayue Dynasty, Zhang Linze transmigrated and became an outer disciple of the Qingyun Sect, with a cultivation level of only a first-grade strongman.

Who could have guessed he’d be hunted down as soon as he arrived? In an age rife with giant beasts and dominated by strongmen, how could he survive?

Fortunately, a Karma Token that had come with him when he transmigrated gave him power.

Accept another’s karma, and bear the consequences of good and evil yourself.

And so, history’s peerless powerhouses, long dead, began rising from their graves.

“Ah! Money, money, Elder Qian, didn’t you die a year ago? How can you still be alive?”

“Gasp! A-Ancestor, didn’t you die ten years ago? Your corpse had already turned to bones. How can your body be so full and lifelike?”

“Th-That’s the Sword Immortal Feng Wanli, who died ages ago!”

As for the elders who were still alive, Zhang Linze fixed his eyes on these great seniors, practically glowing with anticipation. He clasped his hands and asked, “Senior, when are you going to die?”

From then on, he rose to the summit and became the mightiest of them all.