A Wild Man Has Entered the Academy - Chapter 8: I’m Sivar (1)

In previous life, I was just a mediocre guy, and accomplished nothing.

After reincarnation, I seize the opportunity of being a legend of the times. In this life, I am the protagonist in Tianxuan World, a great master of martial arts and a founder of making elixirs. What? You want to compete with me in weapon and equipment refining? Then, you should know the Craft God is my disciple…

- Description from Novelupdates

Three thousand years ago, Bai Qiuran, who was extremely talented, was accepted as a disciple by the founder of Qingming Sect, and the young Taoist began to cultivate the path of immortality.

Zhang Ming has obtained the god-level anti-sign-in system, which can disguise the Holy Land, attract others to sign in, and draw 90% of the reward.

【Ding! Zhanhong, the son of planes, checks in at your Sword of Swords of Immortals (pseudo), and you get the Secret Scroll of the Heavenly Book·True]

【Ding! Daoist Qingquan, the illegitimate son of the plane, checks in at your ginseng orchard (pseudo), and you get Xisui Dan × 90%]

【Ding! The transmigrator Wang Hong signs in at your Tianshi Mansion (pseudo), and you get Tianshidu·True]

【Ding! The reincarnator, Chu Fan, checks in at your Nine Dragons Coffin (pseudo), and you get the Desolate Holy Body × 90%]

【Ding! The reborn Ye Xiaoxuan checks in at your Miaomu Mountain (pseudo), you get the immortal mode × 90%]

【Ding! The extraterritorial demon Wang Zanghai checks in at your lock demon tower (pseudo), and you get the water spirit bead·true]

【…】

“Young man, you have to pay taxes when you sign in, you know?”

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The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’!?”