Su Wanzhao traveled through time and became a handyman disciple of the Qinglan Sect with inferior spiritual roots, who could be bullied by everyone.
Good news: She's tied into a system.
Bad news: This system is called "Misery Abuse," and the way to level up is to take a beating.
The more serious the injury, the higher the cultivation level; the deeper the pain, the stronger the skill.
From then on, Qinglan Sect gave birth to a madman with a strange painting style.
While others were meditating in seclusion, she provoked third-level monsters in the sect's restricted area.
"Didn't you eat? Do you only have this little strength?"
While others were refining elixirs and drawing talismans, she was chasing the inner sect's prodigy on the martial arts stage, begging to be beaten.
"Brother, your sword is too slow! Can you focus more?"
Fellow disciple: "This woman is so terrifying!"
Elder: "This boy has the qualities of a great emperor!"
Just when Su Wanzhao was making great progress and thought that he was about to reach the peak of his life by being beaten, the ancient voice in his mind smiled faintly:
"Chier, do you really think this is a gift?"
"Every time you become stronger, you are burning your longevity and sacrificing your soul."
"When I wake up, your soul will be gone."
——It turns out that the so-called golden finger is just a carefully planned body-grabbing sacrifice.
Su Wan looked at her skyrocketing cultivation level and the strange black lines flashing under her eyes in the mirror, and smiled.
If you seek skin from a tiger, you must be prepared to be swallowed by the tiger.
But who is the tiger and who is the skin is yet to be determined.
