[Urban Cultivation] [Invincible Style] [Underworld Hegemony] [Anti-Routine] [Exciting and Cool Article]
The scroll king of the cultivation world turned into cannon fodder for the underworld, and the system asked me to "practice the 100,000-level body refining technique in a low profile."
So I stayed at the bottom of the gang, getting beaten every day to gain experience.
Steel pipe? Tickle. Pistol? Barely massaged. Bazooka? Finally I feel something!
Ten years later, rival gangs invited foreign superpowers, and destructive energy enveloped the entire city.
In the desperate eyes of my younger brothers, I pushed through the crowd and walked out:
"I've been scraping my skin for ten years. Today... Can you give me a scratch?"
