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I’m Cultivating Immortality While Everyone Else Practices Martial Arts

Li Wensheng transmigrated to an era where all energies were returning and every citizen practiced martial arts. Here, champions focus on martial arts mastery, becoming physically peerless as they honed their spirit. They would also seek superior weapons, including unbreakable war axes, or keen blades that could cut a giant tree with a single swing. Even so, Li Wensheng learned Immortal Arts from the very start! Though his scrawny form was exceedingly inconspicuous at first, he wielded Immortal Arts to smash long blades with his bare hands and crush giant hammers! Li Wensheng was flying everywhere on his sword while others were busy trying to surpass the limits of human speed. He could kill with a leaf or flower he plucked while others requested blacksmiths to hone their weapons. He cooked medicinal pellets with his cauldron, brewing Yuan Pellets that ascend cultivation while others trained their bodies to strengthen themselves. Martial arts champions: “Why aren’t you using any weapons?” Li Wensheng smiled, two of his fingers casting an immortal technique: Ten Thousand Swords Retrogression! At his words, every sword behind everyone’s back took to the skies without hope of control, gathering behind Li Wensheng into a rain of swords that covered the skies! This is a world where I alone cultivate immortality while everyone else trains in martial arts!

Big Yeeeaaar · Fantasy
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533 Chs

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Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL

After dropping these words, his cultivation power erupted, and he instantly disappeared in front of those martial artists.

After hearing what he said, those martial artists were stunned. But then, they snapped back to their senses.

Just as a martial artist was about to make a move to save the one who was on the verge of dying on the ground, a person standing next to him pulled him and said to him with a solemn expression, "Don't waste that extra strength. Even if we all try our best, he won't be able to recover."

After he finished saying this, a sinister smile appeared on his face as he stared at the dying martial artist on the ground.

The other martial artist standing beside him also understood his meaning. However, the remaining people only had ugly expressions on their faces as they looked at each other.

One of the eighth-rank martial artists was about to speak, but he suddenly heard a miserable cry before he had the time to do so.