Xu Yan was thrilled. He had finally gained the standard perk of someone who had transmigrated: a golden finger.
But what the heck was this Treatise on Swinging? He was a martial artist, not a scholar cultivator.
Xu Yan could only sigh in exhaustion. This world had not only martial artists, but also scholar cultivators, spell cultivators, and countless demons.
That would have been enough on its own.
But he discovered that even more powerful and mysterious gods and devils existed.
And every one of them was watching him from the shadows, waiting to pounce!
