Consume your lifespan to infuse martial arts, and you can perform deductions infinitely.

Shen Yi's mortal body has a lifespan of no more than a hundred years, but fortunately he can obtain the remaining lifespan of demons by killing them.

Drawing a long sword in this chaotic world full of evil spirits makes these creatures who have lived for thousands of years terrified!

From [Eagle Claw Kung Fu] to [Eight Desolate Sky-Splitting Hand], from [Demon Subduing Fist] to [Golden Body Prison-Suppressing Dharma Image]!

Shen Yi would occasionally wonder why his lifespan seemed to be increasing the more he used it.

He sheathed his sword and looked up at the sky. He had heard that above the clouds there was a Jade Palace in the Sky, filled with thousands of saints, each of whom had experienced endless years.

This time I came to the sky just to borrow a million years from the immortals to prove my immortality.

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This book is also known as "I'll Let You Spend Your Life Practicing Martial Arts, Will You Spend Others' Life?" and "Fellow Daoist, Please Stay, Your Lifespan Is Destined to Me."

If you convince others with force, you won't be convinced with your heart, or if you are weak in support; if you convince others with reason, your heart will be happy and you will be sincerely convinced.

But immortals are often unreasonable...

Chen Luo discovered that he could pick up the brains of dead people.

So he went to the cemetery and picked up the brain of a dead emperor, and decided to borrow it first.

Others are still worrying about how to refine Qi and how to successfully build the foundation.

Chen Luo has already begun to consider Mahayana's ninety-ninth plan.

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With destiny in hand, Chen Qing must survive!

He travels through time, only to find himself in a chaotic world where martial arts reign supreme and human life is as cheap as grass. He begins as a poor fisherman's son in Yazi Bay. His father, imprisoned and forced into forced labor, has been missing for the last time. His orphaned mother, exploited by both government taxes and the "Dragon King Incense" gang, struggles on the brink of starvation.

There's always a way out, and a thought hangs in his mind: "Destiny: Heaven rewards hard work, success is inevitable!"

This means that for him, there are no qualifications or bottlenecks to any skill; as long as you put in the effort, you will be rewarded!

Reincarnated in the cultivation world for sixteen years, starting from the waste of spiritual roots to ask the devil to practice.

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On the day of the test, the spiritual roots fell into the fifth level. It is difficult to break through the middle stage of Qi training in this life. The immortal gate will not accept it, and it is difficult to achieve immortality.

It happened that the Demon Sect was changing slaves, and those with low qualifications were plundered from all over the place as "spiritual slaves". They used the Burning Life Magic to cultivate multiple batches of consumables, and made them sacrifice their cultivation to make spiritual sand for the Demon Sect to enjoy.

Wang Yu was plundered to the Demon Realm in Shihu City and entered the gate of the Demon Dao as a spiritual slave. Fortunately, he had the [Placement Bar] to solve many problems!

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[Placement Bar 1: Burning Blood Power]

"Burning Blood Power (0/100): 48 practices a day, and it can be achieved in one year."

Ps: (The introduction is weak, move to the main text)

An Immortal does not differentiate between good and evil, nor do they care about the distinction between black and white. They do not ask what is right or wrong, and consider all living things as dogs. In spite of everything, Immortals pursue the Dao with bitter resolve.

Any being who disturbs my Dao, good or evil, will be forced to meet their karma, reduced to nothing more than ashes.

This is a daily cultivation journal of a Loose Cultivator from Black Dragon Mountain, meticulously recording every detail of his cultivation journey. As the saying goes, "A woman fears marrying the wrong man, and a man fears entering the wrong profession." Having started as a bottom-tier Loose Cultivator—and one from Black Dragon Mountain, notorious for its banditry—Liu Xiaolou had no choice but to accept his fate. He struggled tirelessly in a world dominated by prestigious sects, hustling for a single Spirit Stone, a Spirit Pill, a Magic Artifact, or a Spirit Herb. The mundane realities of life—the daily grind of firewood, rice, oil, and salt—mingled with the bittersweet trials of cultivation. The true flavor of this existence could only be savored by those who lived it, yet one thing remained constant: a steadfast devotion to the Dao, driven by the pursuit of eternal life

A young boy named Tang Jie was searching for a path into immortalhood when he happened to save an immortal in need, resulting in the latter owing him a karmic debt.

What? You want to repay me with mere Spiritual Enhancement Pills? Is that how cheap you view your life to be?

As a result, Xu Muyang ended up having to drag the brat with him.

You’ll never shake me off now, thought Tang Jie.