Lin Jie, a transmigrator, is the owner of a bookstore in another world.
He’s kind and warm-hearted, often recommending healing books to customers who are going through a tough time. From time to time, he secretly promotes his own work too.
Over time, these customers begin to respect him greatly, some even frequently bringing local specialties to repay his favor. They often seek his professional opinion when it comes to selecting books, and share their experiences with this ordinary bookstore owner to people around them.
They respectfully and intimately refer to him using names such as the “Demon God’s Lackey”, “Propagator of the Flesh and Blood Gospel”, “ ‘Corpse Devouring Sect’s Rites and Customs’ Author” and “Shepherd of the Stars”.
“???”
After thousands of years of silence, the world of cultivation once again welcomed the golden age.
While the prodigies and sects’ various disciples in the world competed, Zhou Feng had only a skill panel. And the panel would only give him passive skills.
Gluttony: When you digest food, you can digest it faster and better. You will also get hungry faster.
Strength: When you are not fighting, you will slowly regain 1% of your health.
Blade-Sharpening Rock: You will gain 1 point every time you fight.
Age Gracefully: Every year you live, you gain Defense +1.
Armor: You will have an armor of a certain ratio every time you attack.
Dao Seeds: Increase of 1% to your familiarity with cultivating the Dao.
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“All sorts of passive skills are vested within me. I cultivate passively!”
“As long as I can live until the end, then I will become the strongest!”
Lu Zhou wakes up to become the world’s most powerful and oldest villainous Patriarch, and finds that he has nine notorious disciples who are full of evil. His eldest disciple is the leader of the Nether Sect with thousands of minions, and his second disciple—Sword Devil—always slaughters others at the slightest disagreement…
Without his cultivation base, how will he handle these evil disciples?
His eldest disciple, Yu Zhenghai, said, “I’ve never had a rival in my life, and no one but Master can make me bow my head.”
His seventh disciple, Si Wuya, said, “We can’t eat or sleep in peace as long as the Master is not dead!”
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His ninth disciple, Yuan’er, said, “I’ll remember what Master said and be a good person.”
“Shameless Xia Ping, not only did you steal my martial arts manual and medicinal pills, you even took my fiancée! We’re not finished!”
“He’s the embarrassment of the Martial Way and a parasite of the human race. A complete scumbag.”
“There’s nothing that he won’t do. Not only would he not help an old person cross the road, he would even steal the lollipop of a three year old.”
“He causes problems everywhere. All of the geniuses of those big families have been beaten up by him before. Now, he’s no longer tolerated by either humans or gods!”
Countless martial arts experts of Yanhuang Star hated Xia Ping down to the very bone. They were just itching to completely crush him into pieces.
As for Xia Ping? Facing the hatred of so many people, he just calmly pulled up the interface of the “Grand Hatred System” and looked at all the wonderful things there. He rubbed his chin, “I’ve already saved up so many Hatred Points. What should I exchange for now?
Saint-grade medicinal pills? Or perhaps that Primordial Pill? The peerless martial art skill, Tathagata Palm also seems pretty good too. But then there’s that divine weapon, the Cosmic Cauldron. It really is too difficult to choose!”