After transmigrating to the cultivation world, everyone else started with spiritual roots and talent. Meng Meng started with a single saber and an outrageous System that brought him back to life whenever he died.
The first time he died, he came back.
The second time, he came back again.
By the third time, he finally understood: So what if he died? People die with their feet pointing skyward, but he could get back up and randomly pluck something from whoever had killed him.
You slash me once? Your cultivation technique is mine now.
You hit me with your palm? Thanks, I’ll take your cultivation.
You run me through? Even better. I get to pick one of the three most valuable things you own.
Later, a bizarre rumor spread throughout the cultivation world of Qingzhou: There was a Demon-Suppressing Guard with an iron token, only at the Qi Refining stage, who never dodged or blocked in a fight. He just stood there and let you hit him. After you finished a whole combo and your arms were sore, he’d look down at his chest and find a white mark. Not even a bruise.
You think he’s showing off? No. He’s genuinely waiting for you to kill him.
Because only dying lets him draw a prize from you.
Meng Meng insisted he was innocent: “It’s a passive skill. I can’t turn it off.”
Besides, if I stand still and let you hit me and you still can’t kill me, what right do you have to complain about me?
I haven't read such a smooth novel in a long time. The protagonist is hilarious and has a natural comedic talent.
The writing is exquisite, without unnecessary details, the plot is logical, and it's incredibly enjoyable.