Zhou Chengsi, the tomb keeper of Green Ox Mountain, was crouching in front of a tombstone, munching on wild peaches, when a scrap of broken copper no bigger than a fingernail suddenly pierced his palm. It was the "broken corner of the stele" he'd been wiping for ten years!
"Ding! Myriad Replication System activated. Target detected: Bandit Blood Wolf Fist (Body Tempering, Third Level)."
Three days later, the bandit chief who had massacred a mountain village knelt at his feet, all four limbs severed by his own Wolf Claw Fist. "Y-You... how are you even more ruthless with it than I am?"
The tomb keeper, who had played the coward for ten years, brushed the dirt off his pant legs and smiled with narrowed eyes. "I'm just a humble grave watcher, but..." A freshly copied lightning talisman for rogue cultivators danced at his fingertips. "Mind if I borrow a little of your skill?"
