After transmigrating into the world of the cultivation game Azure Cloud Chronicles, Lin Mo becomes an insignificant outer-sect servant disciple.
No System, no golden finger, just a head full of game guides and knowledge of future events.
Lin Mo says: This is in the bag.
What? You say the cultivation world is too dangerous, powerful experts are everywhere, and Foundation Establishment cultivators are a dime a dozen?
No problem. I'll just keep my head down.
A cultivation technique hidden beside the latrine? I'll practice it quietly.
A top-grade spirit stone mine buried underground? I'll dig it out without a word.
An unhatched divine beast egg? I'll sneak it away.
Future supreme sword cultivators, pill emperors, and immortal formation masters? I'll befriend them early and plant the seeds of karma.
Years later, the demonic path invades.
Powerful experts from every faction gather at the Azure Mystic Sect, yet no one dares to face the enemy.
Just as everyone is giving in to despair, Lin Mo strolls out of the crowd.
"Um... how about I give it a try?"
He casually pulls out a trump card.
Everyone: !!!
Then he pulls out another.
Everyone: !!!
Then another...
Everyone: How the hell many trump cards do you have?!
Lin Mo looks innocent. "I don't know either. I just kept saving them, and somehow ended up with all these."
This is the story of "I really just want to cultivate in peace, so why does everyone keep making me show off?"
