A Century of Sign-Ins in the Imperial Palace, and I Become the Top Martial Artist

After transmigrating into the body of a newly castrated eunuch, Lin Chen barely had time to collect himself before he was thrown into the servants' quarters to wash bloodstained clothes and haul heavy loads. His life was worth less than a blade of grass.

No one dared answer the cries for help from the Cold Palace. Those who did were already dead.

Then the God-Tier Sign-In System activated, rewarding him with cultivation on his very first sign-in! From then on, he signed in at the Cold Palace, in forbidden grounds, at the imperial tombs... The entire palace became his private cultivation garden.

Years later, when he held power over the realm, someone asked why he had been able to endure it all.

Lin Chen smiled. “The dead have no right to speak.”