I am a Primitive Man - Chapter 810: What Happened to “Two Tigers Can’t Share a Mountain”?

Su Qin crosses into a world where martial artists run rampant, where Buddhist monks from the Yuan Dynasty dominate the world. Jiuyang’s successor’s fist conquered the mountains and rivers, and Xiao Li’s flying knife smashed through the void.

Because Su Qin had no martial arts qualifications, he could only become a sweeping monk in the Shaolin Temple. At this time, the ‘Sign In System’ was activated.

Sign In in front of Buddha’s Golden Body, get [Buddha’s Palm].

Sign In in front of the Arhat Hall, get [Invincible Vajra Divine Art].

Sign in at the back mountain of Shaolin Temple, get [Golden Demon Body].

The Shaolin Temple was riddled with treasures, and you can sign in everywhere.

Su Qin decided that he would never leave the mountain without Signing In to everything in the Shaolin Temple. And so, he Signed In the Shaolin Temple for twenty whole years!

Twenty years later, the Shaolin Temple got mixed in the battle between the Righteous and Evil.

The Demons were fierce and powerful, they blatantly invaded the Shaolin Temple and were pushing forth with great force, but that is until they met Su Qin who was sweeping the floor…

The name of the War God must not be insulted!The nation's interests must not be violated! My friends and family must not be bullied! The invincible War God Ye Feng returns to the city and marries into a wealthy family. When the War God is angered, blood will dye the land for miles!“Unworthy? Wrong! With absolute power, I will crush everything in my path!”

A life filled with regrets.Once he realized his faults and decided to lead a new life, it was too late.His family was already gone.He had borne through each day with pure rage.Finally at the end of his misery, his wish reached the heavens—an unforgiven one.He goes against fate to raise his sword.

[Chaos Era | Empire Building | Power Struggle | Female Emperor]At ten, Jiang Shaohua entered the capital.At sixteen, she was forced into a political marriage.By twenty, she was widowed and left to raise her son alone.Years later, the choices of her youth returned as sharp arrows, piercing her heart with regret and sorrow.She died filled with grief and resentment, her eyes refusing to close.But when she opened them again, she found herself back in her youth.This time, she chose a different path. Step by step, with unwavering determination, she climbed toward the pinnacle of power.In this life, she would control her own fate.And the world would have no choice but to listen.