You Can't Become a True Martial Saint by Adding More Points.

When a sick player comes to the prosperous world of martial arts, what he thinks about is not how to survive until the end, nor how to live forever... Whenever he is exploited, suppressed, or humiliated... He will be extremely excited! Because there is someone stronger than him! He is not invincible yet! There is still a road ahead of him! "Either... Kill me, or... Become a stepping stone for me to become stronger. I look forward to dying at the hands of a truly strong man. If you can't kill me, then how lonely I will be..." Traveling through another world, gangs are rampant, and human life is as low as grass. They are exploited and sucked out the bones and marrow. As a master in the previous life, he has now become a poor fisherman. "This world is really wonderful! I am so weak! What joy, what pleasure!" The cultivation you can get by adding points is frivolous, and I am where I am today, all thanks to hard work and sweat. "Fairy Book, give me some points!" After all... People have to follow their hearts.