Starting as a Beggar Clan Disciple, I Grind My Way to Thirty Thousand Years of Cultivation

In a turbulent age, dynasties vie for supremacy and the martial world runs red with blood.

Su Changqing opens his eyes to find himself in the timeline of The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber, now a low-ranking beggar in the Beggars’ Sect whose life hangs by a thread.

In this martial world, where human life is worth less than grass, weakness is a crime!

The Ming martial world is not only facing the Six Major Sects’ siege of Bright Peak. Colossal forces such as the Dragon-Protecting Villa, the Sun Moon Holy Cult, and the Floral Palace are also watching hungrily.

Fortunately, he awakens the talent [Nine Breaths of Qi].

With nine breaths, he gains a year’s worth of pure inner power!

Poor aptitude? I’ll wash my meridians with ten thousand years of inner power and defy fate!

Crude martial arts? I’ll use endless true qi to force breakthroughs and turn the rotten into something extraordinary!

Su Changqing decides to lie low in the Beggars’ Sect, quietly build up his stats, and stay hidden until he’s invincible.

[Tattered Clothes]+ [Three Thousand Years of Inner Power]= [Indestructible Golden Body], able to withstand the Heaven Sword and shatter the Snow Drinking Saber!

[Beggar’s Steps]+ [Five Thousand Years of Inner Power]= [Demonic Phantom], multiplying into countless forms and moving faster than Dongfang Bubai!

[Basic Long Fist]+ [Ten Thousand Years of Inner Power]= [True Meaning of the Martial Way: Prison-Suppressing Fist], one punch is enough to make even an Earthly Immortal kneel!

Then came the day of Shaolin’s Lion-Slaying Assembly. The world’s heroes gathered, while Qin’s iron cavalry pressed at the border.

Facing peerless masters such as the Demon Master Pang Ban, World Society’s Xiong Ba, and Sword Demon Dugu Qiubai,

Su Changqing, who had been hiding in a corner and gnawing on a chicken leg, finally stood up.

He couldn’t be bothered with words. He simply revealed his terrifying thirty-six thousand five hundred years of inner power.

At that moment, the heavens changed color, and his aura soared to the stars.

Looking at the martial legends scattered around, searching for their teeth, Su Changqing said calmly:

“This palm of mine carries thirty thousand years of inner power. What can you use to stop it?”