Martial Saint: Starting with a Simulator

Three years ago, Qin Yuan transmigrated to a martial arts world and became a powerless little monk. Three years later, Qin Yuan had saved enough money to activate the Future Simulator. “Simulation begins. One thousand simulation coins will be spent!” 【At twenty-one, you become an apprentice at a martial arts school.】 【At twenty-three, you return to the temple to visit your family, only to find it abandoned.】 【At twenty-five, the master's daughter falls for you. Your master takes a liking to you, and you learn the Pure Yang Art.】 【At thirty-four...】 【At forty-one, you are ambushed by a group of masked men. Outmatched, you are brutally slaughtered.】 “Simulation over. Congratulations, you've gained thirty years of martial arts cultivation.” “The next simulation will cost two thousand simulation coins. Please raise the money as soon as possible!” To keep the simulator running, Qin Yuan set out to make money. Train hard? Qin Yuan: No need. The simulator gives it to me directly! Martial arts manuals? Qin Yuan: Not interested. I can learn them straight from the simulator! Gold and silver? Qin Yuan: Give me more! I've got a money-hungry simulator at home to support! Many years later, when Qin Yuan sat upon the throne at the pinnacle of the martial world, a group of emperors asked him for the secret to cultivation. Qin Yuan replied calmly, “Life is so short. How could I spend it all cultivating? I only cultivate once in a while.”