Ambushed while undergoing tribulation to ascend, the foremost master of pills, artifacts, formations, and talismans transmigrates into the body of a man on Earth.
The good news: the possession succeeded.
The bad news: the original owner just had his skull smashed by three batons, and this body is nearly dead.
The even worse news: Earth's spiritual energy is so pitifully thin that he can't even set up the lowest-grade Spirit Gathering Formation.
The dignified Heavenly Venerable searches the entire rental apartment and finds only half a bottle of baijiu and a few packets of Banlangen.
Fine. Mortal medicine may be poor, but it's better than nothing.
After he gulps down a bowl of black, murky medicine, the cracks in his skull begin to heal.
The next day, he walks into class, and all thirty-some students shiver at once. Lin Tian, the coward from yesterday, has a different look in his eyes.
I feel like the main character is,,,,
You can kill when you need to, don't be hesitant, this is still good
How can it be possible to be popular if you open high and go low? It's still an outline of when, a new edition.