(Fantasy, no system, no time travel)
My name is Qin Mo, I was born to cultivate the waste body, and my cultivation has been at the ninth level of Qi refining for many years.
Everyone in the entire sect thinks I am a waste.
However, what they don't know is that although my cultivation speed is slow, my swordsmanship has far surpassed theirs, and even the ancestor of the sect is far behind me.
As long as I have enough cultivation support, I believe there is nothing I can't solve with one sword!
If so? Then eat two of my swords!
But the flaws in my cultivation are always my pain!
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However, on the day when I became a master of swordsmanship, I got a book of exercises that I could practice automatically, which helped me practice all the time.
Jie Jie Jie! If my cultivation problem is solved, doesn't it mean I'm going sideways?
Demon? Magic? God? Immortal?
They all take my sword!
Heavenly catastrophe?
Don't run either! Still want to strike me with thunder? Eat my sword!
Insufficient pronouns and far-fetched logic