In his previous life, Chen Ming was the direct disciple of a master physician renowned throughout the nation. In this life, he transmigrated to a world of high martial arts and powerful clans: his father was a marquis, his grandfather was a prince, his younger brother was a prodigy, and his fiancée was beautiful. And then there was him, unable to practice martial arts. Chen Ming had hoped to live quietly as a spoiled young master, but his peaceful days came to an end when he turned twenty.
His grandfather, the Demon Martial King, had been missing in the southern frontier for three years. The Marquis of Zhennan dropped his hypocritical facade and set his sights on the old man's estate.
Chen Ming caused a scene at a banquet in the marquis's residence, then moved into the Nanshan Retirement Home.
All because he had activated the High Martial Arts Retirement Home System. By helping elderly men recover from their injuries, he received one percent of their cultivation in return!
Zhou Tianfu, the Great Flame Dragon Marquis, afflicted with the extreme cold poison of profound ice, declared, “Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river. Never look down on a poor old man! Marquis of Zhennan, get on your knees before me!”
The Heavenly Sword King, drained of his vital energy and tormented by the Soul-Rending Gu, cried, “My sword energy stretches thirty thousand miles, and a single flash of my blade chills nineteen provinces! Marquis of Zhennan, come here and die!”
The Marquis of Zhennan was no longer a threat. With a group of old men at his side, Chen Ming eradicated heretical sects, crushed the southern barbarians, pacified the northern frontier, conquered the western demons, and swept across the Eastern Sea. His achievements eclipsed the throne, and the Great Flame Emperor panicked!
A group of old men gathered around Chen Ming.
“Xiao Ming, want a white hat? Just say the word, and we'll get one for you!”
At first, they called me a genius. Later, they called me a waste. After that, they called me the Ghost Hand, the Director…
In the end, I became the only Martial God in the world!
This book is also known as: “The Marquis of Zhennan Panics After Kicking Me Out!” “I Really Did Open a Retirement Home, Not an Assassins' Guild!” “A Carefree High Martial Arts Life with a Bunch of Old Men Watching My Back!”
I forgot to give a review. This book is well written and the subject matter is quite novel. But has the author been manipulated by capital? It seems that no one has read these two books. The main author's last book also did well. 🤦🤦
The book is very good, but I don't know why no one reads it.