Ling Feng, a transmigrator, lounged in a rocking chair beneath a tree, humming a tune as he casually tossed a few sugar beans into his mouth. Just then, a powerful cultivator passing by on his way through tribulation spotted him.
"Those are top-grade Spirit-Gathering Pills! Hand them over, kid!"
Ling Feng popped another one into his mouth and slowly got to his feet.
"I don't like fighting. If you want them, you can buy them. But if you won't listen, I'm also pretty handy with my fists."
The world of cultivation isn't all about fighting. It's about human relationships and social savvy.
