First, here's the takeaway: Never let a timid cultivator menial who has never even killed a chicken take your modern high-martial-arts exam for you!
The good news: I've obtained a god-tier golden finger that lets top experts from the Three Realms train across worlds on my behalf!
The bad news: The trainers can't communicate, and every time I switch accounts, I'm dropped into a hellish mess with danger right in my face!
[Scene One: High-Martial-Arts City Exam Hall]
The examiner's oppressive aura descends. The timid cultivator menial takes over the body and is so terrified he drops to his knees, clutching his head. (Cowering in terror)
The menial's trembling hand flings out a piece of cheap yellow paper, and lightning instantly blasts through the entire building!
The martial arts examiner drops to his knees with a thud, weeping bitterly. "A successor to the Ancient Thunder Martial Arts! You've kept your cultivation sealed for three years. You must have suffered so much!"
[Scene Two: Wasteland Apocalypse]
Mutated monsters come tearing in. A brawny martial arts apprentice takes over the frail scavenger's body, not even knowing how to walk properly. (Furious cursing)
He recklessly meets them head-on with an Eight Extremes Collapse strike, smashing the lead marauder's alloy mask into a pancake!
The surviving scavengers are so terrified they wet themselves. "He crushed a gas mask with one punch?! That's a high-level mutated asura straight out of the abyss!"
[Scene Three: Demonic Cultivator's Cave]
The ruthless wasteland survivor is soaking in a medicinal cauldron, facing a grinning demonic cultivator approaching him. (His gaze turns cold)
Without chanting or casting a spell, he whips around and splashes a bottle of industrial-strength acid right onto the old monster's face, blasting the entire mountaintop to pieces!
Clutching his melting face, the demonic cultivator wails amid the flames. "That's against the rules! What the hell is this twisted evil sorcery?!"
When the seven-day account-switching period ends, the three unlucky men face their new hellish messes from the start and shout in unison: You two useless bastards got to enjoy your training. Now I'm the one who has to clean up after you?
