Zhutian: Starting from Raising Li Mochou

Shen Yan rubbed the strangely green jade finger on the floor, and his fingertips suddenly tingled. When he opened his eyes again, he was already at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain, with a biting cold wind. There was no system, no mission, he was penniless, speechless, and almost froze to death in the wilderness. It wasn't until I saw a Taoist priest from the Quanzhen Sect piercing the rainbow with his sword that I was convinced that I had entered the world of vulture shooting. In troubled times, martial arts is the only thing he can rely on, but he has no teacher or secrets, so even surviving is a problem. Until he heard the howling of wolves and saw the girl in white walking out of the ancient tomb.