Don't Mock a Middle-Aged Man for Being Poor! I Gain a Thousand Years of Cultivation Every Day

[Martial Arts: Tempering Skin, Flesh, Qi, and Blood] [Fast-Paced] [Light Ensemble Cast] [Gang Growth] [Court and Jianghu] [Political Schemes]

Reborn into a world of martial arts, he thought he would be able to move mountains, fill the seas, chase the wind, and race the moon. But after forty-five years of hardship, he was left all alone.

[Fate: Time Waits for No One]

[Prophecy: Ten thousand years is far too long. Seize every moment! A single day's work can be worth a whole year!]

"Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river. Never underestimate a poor middle-aged man!"

Shen Moqing threw back his head and laughed.

From now on, whether demons and monsters or kings and ministers, all would be crushed beneath his feet!

Looking back, it had all been no more than a little wind and frost.