On the day he was expelled from the sect, the vicious junior sister planted her foot on his face and sneered, “Yu Qihe, you’ll never cultivate a trace of qi in your entire life. Staying alive is just a waste of martial resources.” Even a clay figure has a temper, and just then, an attribute panel exploded in his mind: [Constitution: 0.1] [Comprehension: 0.1] [Martial Arts: Not Yet Initiated]. He could add points to every stat. By the time the head of the martial academy was on his knees, begging him to return, he was in a slaughterhouse, pulling the sinews from a divine elephant. “What’s the rush? I’ll talk after I’m done killing this SSS-rank ferocious beast.”
