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Introduction to the work Lu Wu traveled through time and became a waste of the first level of Tempering Body in the outer gate of Qingxuan Sect in the prehistoric world. That's right, he is at the bottom of the entire sect and can be stepped on by anyone. But he has a secret - his meridians are not naturally narrow, but have been sealed using interception techniques. There is also a golden finger called Qiankun Roulette, which has many functions. The most practical one is "death preview": whenever he wants to be tough, the system will pop up one hundred and eight ways for him to die. So he decided: stay put. You can be cowardly but never strong, you can lie down but never stand up, you can be miserable but never stand firm. Who called him a waste? He nodded in acknowledgement. Who stepped on his head? He greeted me with a smile. Fellow sect Zhao Hu is on the ninth level of body tempering. He doesn't take any move and admits defeat quickly. But the problem is - he wants to be stubborn, but others won't let him. He got everything right in the written test, Zhao Hu failed to defeat him with three moves in the ring, and the sect's great elder, Master Xuan Wei, accepted him as a registered disciple in public. The senior brothers and sisters are more perverted than the last; the elder Zhang from the medicine hall and the 370-year-old "sister" are chasing after him to deliver medicine; even the woman in white who intercepts the teaching also comes to the door. "Your seal is an interception technique." The woman in white said. Lu Wu was confused. Interception? Isn't that the dojo of Master Tongtian? More confusion is yet to come. During the trial on Jin'ao Island, he was a piece of waste at the first level of the Tempered Body and was thrown into the pile of powerful energy. Everyone thought he would be kicked out at the first level. As a result, he broke into the center of the formation. The news spread back to Qingxuanzong. The outer door was blown up, and the inner door was also blown up. Zhao Hu stopped him, looked up and down for a long time, and said, "Where are you from?" Lu Wu sighed: "I really just want to be a waste."

Lu Xiufu stood on the side of the ship with the eight-year-old emperor on his back. The sea breeze blew the child's cloak up like a small flag. The sea was covered with corpses. The sea water is red. Lin Yue opened his eyes and found himself lying on a broken ship, with an arrow in his left shoulder and the smell of blood in his mouth. He didn't know where he was, or whether he was dead or alive. There was only one voice in his head, "Repair goal: change the outcome of the Yashan naval battle. Punishment for mission failure: permanent dissipation of consciousness." What he wanted to save was not a dynasty, but a child. He only has 72 hours. The Yuan army's 20,000 elite soldiers pressed the territory, there were traitors within the Song army, there were surrender factions in the court, and the brothers around him fell one after another. No one believed he could change anything. Even he doesn't believe it himself. But he had to try. Because that child didn't deserve to die.