My Mentor Is the Trump Card

This is a world of immortality, and Qin Wuyi, who physically traveled through time, became an ordinary person. There are no resources, no bloodline, no system, no artifacts, no small bottles, and no unique skills from previous lives. Until he explores the Immortal Tomb, he seizes the opportunity and is surrounded by powerful enemies, with his life hanging by a thread. In the eyes of ridicule and pity, this young man who was always silent finally raised his head. He looked at the genius who was approaching him step by step. There was no fear in his eyes, only a trace of... Pity for him. "Hello," Qin Wuyi sighed, and his tone was as calm as stating a natural law: "I advise you to run quickly. As long as I call for help, my master will say 'kaba' and twist your head off." The whole place was dead silent, and then burst into loud laughter. "Trash, are you scared to death!? Master? Where did you get your master?" Qin Wuyi didn't say much anymore. He just gathered his strength and shouted to the sky: "Master, save me!" The next second, a slender hand poked out of the air. Kaba