Lin Feng is bound to the “Heaven Rewards Diligence System.” All he has to do to grow stronger is push himself through punishing cultivation. Ten years of meditation by others can’t compare to his carrying ten thousand loads of water, and a century of alchemy can’t match his chopping wood a hundred million times. When he blows up a Nascent Soul cultivator’s magical treasure with basic boxing, the sect’s prodigies are left questioning everything. Then, as the tribulation lightning of his ascension descends, the System suddenly announces: [Energy collection complete. Beginning harvest.] Lin Feng looks up at the giant eye forming overhead and sneers. “You think you can steal the fruits of my labor? Every drop of strength I’ve cultivated says one thing: get lost!”
