Fan Wubing transmigrated into a cultivation game and rolled the worst constitution of all:
[Heavenly Defect Body]: Every five years, it takes damage equal to 99.99% of maximum health. With no positive effects whatsoever, players called it the developers’ cruel little joke.
Having just died once, Fan Wubing didn’t want to die a second time. He began frantically gathering every item related to healing, putting every point into health, and swore he wouldn’t leave seclusion until he’d turned his red health bar black!
Years later,
The great demon who had nearly wiped out the orthodox sects fought Fan Wubing, the ultimate health tank. After breaking his blade, the demon realized he’d dealt less damage than Fan Wubing had recovered.
When his master was nearing the end of his life, he was moved to tears by the finest essence blood his disciple Fan Wubing offered him. Unwilling to let his disciple damage his foundation, he was about to refuse when he saw Fan Wubing grimace and say,
“Master, is this enough? If not, I can let out another hundred pounds.”
When the Saintess of Xiansuo was asked why she had chosen Fan Wubing, a mere mortal with no cultivation, she replied coldly,
“All you so-called Mahayana cultivators put together don’t make me feel even one ten-thousandth as safe as he does.”
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This is a little story about someone who uses his health bar to carve a path through the cultivation world. It is also known as My Health Bar Has Gone All the Way Around the Cultivation World! and More Health, More Health, and Still More Health!
