Lightning-Struck Wood Knuckle Dusters: Critical Hits with Both Magic and Might

Li Yi woke up to find that he had transmigrated to a parallel world.

He had also become the abbot of Yunfu Temple on Yunfu Mountain.

As it happened, the world had undergone a cataclysmic change, and demons were running rampant.

All Li Yi found in the temple was a cultivation manual, a crafting manual, and a piece of lightning-struck wood about the size of his palm.

He had planned to rely on the temple's Three Pure Ones and lie low there until he became invincible before venturing into the world.

But someone had actually stuffed hush money into the merit box as an offering.

"Well, well, well! You never offer incense in ordinary times, but when trouble comes, you expect the Daoist Patriarch to handle it!"

On the spot, Li Yi turned the lightning-struck wood into knuckle dusters.

That night, a vengeful ghost came to claim his life.

Li Yi grabbed the ghost by the throat with one hand and beat it senseless with the knuckle dusters on the other.

"Pick up the money! I said pick it up!"