The Ultimate Player in a Martial Arts World

In a world where martial arts reign supreme, shouldn't basic martial arts skills be readily available everywhere? The protagonist comes from a wealthy family, yet they don't hire a martial arts master? Ha! Poisonous and ruthless, utterly defeated.

He himself had terrible innate talent, then used elixirs to improve it to average, and then improved his maid's average talent to a once-in-a-millennium level... I couldn't stand it anymore; there were too many of these tropes.

To be honest, this book is rather bland. It's about a person who transmigrates with cheat codes and ends up in a world full of all sorts of divine martial arts manuals, but he doesn't learn a thing. The book is already halfway through, and all he has is half of the Nine Yin Manual, which has been edited. He doesn't know what he's doing with his experience points.

This is a terrible book. The titles are frequently confused, and there are many contradictions. Three pills made from a rare and precious material like the Vermilion Fruit only increase one's cultivation by three years. Seriously, even decades-old ginseng pills could increase cultivation by one or two years! A single Vermilion Fruit, whether consumed directly or used in alchemy, should logically increase cultivation by at least 100 years.

Breaking through a realm takes so many chapters, I can't understand why there are so many ways to gain experience. The protagonist only knows how to cure illnesses, he's incredibly wealthy but doesn't know how to use it, he's almost killed but still so leisurely. Giving such a useless system to a dog would be better. With this kind of intelligence, he might as well just hang himself, living is just a waste of food.

He just started working as a doctor at the clinic, and even the renowned Dr. Wang said he could save the patient but wouldn't dare, yet he actually dared to run over and offer to save them? Brainless daring! Giving up.

I didn't see many at first... It seems so stupid. Every year, each sect has several hundred-year-old talents, and every ten years, each sect has a thousand-year-old talent. Considering the number of sects... Why not call a hundred-year-old talent a "monthly talent," and a thousand-year-old talent a "yearly talent"? Talents that appear once a month, talents that appear once a year...

Ninety chapters already, and the protagonist is still useless, and much of the content seems rather unpleasant... That's all for now.

It's hard to imagine this book being able to outrun me. An author who almost got poisoned, keeping enemies alive for the New Year—if you say you're not strong enough, then Elder Liu, with his meridian-opening abilities, could wipe them out in a minute. If you're not strong enough, why don't you take all those pills? I don't understand, I don't understand.

The phrase "once in a century, once in a millennium" has become "encountering every day." Is such an adjective meaningful?