Time Is My Weapon, and I Am Immortal

Shen Qingci is an ordinary man who has lived for a very long time.

No one knows that he has watched dynasties rise and fall, sects be destroyed, and generation after generation of geniuses rise, then fade away.

As for him, simply practicing his punches and martial arts every day has quietly sent his physique and lifespan soaring.

The thugs who once bullied him have long since turned to dry bones;

the assassins who hunted him have been dead so long that the grass on their graves is taller than a person.

Then one day, the new number one under heaven knelt before him and asked who his master was.

Shen Qingci sighed. "I don't have a master. I've just lived a little longer."