I Can See Proficiency, and I Grind My Way to Becoming an All-Around Martial Emperor

[High Martial] [Wish-Fulfillment Fiction] [No Romance] [Heaven Rewards Diligence] [Pill-Popping Maniac]

When Qin Lang opened his eyes, he discovered that he had transmigrated to a High Martial world.

From the start, he had a double debuff: “family dead weight” and “martial arts college student.”

Seriously?

Other people transmigrated into perfect openings.

Was his opening really this awful?

[Ding! Your cheat, the Heaven Rewards Diligence System, is now online!]

Fortunately, his golden finger had finally arrived!

Every martial art came with its own progress bar.

[Martial arts level up, ignoring bottlenecks]

Need a breakthrough?

“Grind” is the only word you need. I'll say it just once!

[Condition refreshed, back to full strength]

Fatigue, injuries, side effects?

Level up your martial arts proficiency, and you'll instantly be revived at full health.

Swords, spears, blades, halberds... every kind of martial skill.

Smithing, alchemy... every kind of life skill.

If you can grind it, you can become a god!

Genius prodigy: “A martial arts washout from a college, and you think you can master an SSS-rank technique? What the hell! You reached the first stage of the Great Circulation in just one week?”

Sword Emperor: “I have immersed myself in the sword for a century. One sword can chill all nineteen continents! What? One punch can chill all nineteen continents, one palm can chill all nineteen continents, one kick... one finger... even a brick... Qin Lang, don't be so ridiculous!”

Supreme Alchemist: “I must be sick. No matter how I think about it, I can't figure out how he can keep blowing up his furnace while refining an F-rank pill, yet still grind his way to a divine-grade pill!”

Qin Lang spread his hands. “I've stayed in the game this long thanks to three things: grind more, grind harder, and grind like crazy!”

“As long as you work hard enough, anyone can become a Martial God!”