After transmigrating into the cultivation world, Lin Mo was gravely wounded and had three years of life expectancy taken from him.
The sect he joined, the Tianhan Sword Sect, had a vast mountain gate but only one seriously wounded beauty for a master, one newly initiated senior sister, and him, a half-dead transmigrator.
Surrounded by powerful enemies, the sect was on the brink of being struck from the records, and the Tianlan Martial Trial six months later was a death sentence.
A hellish start from the very beginning?
[Ding! Your Regret-Free System has arrived. Please confirm receipt!]
Lin Mo looked at the bizarre System before him and smiled.
“What if I don’t know how to cultivate this technique? That would be such a shame.”
[Oh? A shame?]
[Congratulations! The Tianhan Sword Sect’s ancestors’ thousand-year regret has automatically been converted into cultivation and comprehension. The technique has reached the maximum level.]
“So many people paid an unimaginable price for this century-old Blazing Flame Fruit. Sigh, what a shame for them.”
[The effects of your century-old Blazing Flame Fruit have been increased a hundredfold. Congratulations, you have received a hundred-thousand-year-old Fire God Fruit.]
Huh, I lost the martial arts competition again. I was just a little short each time!
[Congratulations, Host! You have received the workbook Five Years to Nascent Soul, Three Years to Core Formation...]
This one really isn’t necessary. A hundred years later, Lin Mo was gravely wounded while besieged by the great immortal sects, but the treasures in his hands were still holding up.
Just then, an immortal said, “Ah, if only my sword had been a little faster.”
“Wait! You just said you regretted something, right?”
In an instant, the tide of battle turned.
