Regardless of innate aptitude or comprehension, he can simplify any cultivation technique.
Rock-Skin Breathing: Eat copper and iron.
Iron Sand Palm: Rub your hands together.
Water-Walking: Step on the water.
Disguise: Rub your face.
Alchemy: Cook a meal.
Skills that ordinary people struggle to understand and master come easily to Chen He.
The nation has fallen, families are destroyed, disasters are everywhere, demons run rampant, and great clans have carved up the land.
In this age of great evil, when Heaven is unkind and humanity is nowhere to be found, Chen He transmigrates here and becomes a servant in a prefectural residence. Fortunately, he obtains a status panel. At last, in this world where martial strength reigns supreme, he can pry open the door to advancement that has been firmly shut.
At eighteen, he stood like a nobody. But as one cultivation technique after another became his, Chen He climbed step by step toward the summit, until he stood with the Jade Palace of Heaven beneath his feet.
Looking at the sect's holy sons, thousand-year-old demons, and peerless sword immortals he had defeated, he couldn't help but sigh.
"My martial prowess and talent have towered above the ages, but no one has ever witnessed the hardship behind them."
As he pondered, the status panel changed.
[You casually drew in a breath of profound energy. Combat power +99999...]
