Su Mo, the poorest storyteller in Yunzhou City, suddenly went dark while telling a story one day, and a transparent panel appeared in his mind: [Chopping wood 10/100 → Basic knife skills +1] [Listening to the corner 5/100 → Ear +1]. He touched his chin and smacked his lips: With this broken panel, do you want me to cultivate immortality by chopping firewood and listening to the walls?
From then on, the sect tested him by pretending to be unconscious and lying on a stretcher to get into the top ten, and the secret realm competed for him to squat on the tree and gnaw dry food to improve his proficiency. Those geniuses who called him a "waste" were either knocked over by the poisonous mist, or half of their lives were cut off by the machine.
Su Mo held melon seeds in his mouth and shook his fan: The old storyteller is right, the man who can survive tomorrow is the hero - as for becoming an immortal?
Wait until the panel is full first!
