Lady Cultivator - Chapter 283 - Venting

An unknown disciple from a small sect battling against the strongest in the cultivation world! The long journey working at cultivation, the realization of destiny and the chance to reach the apex of the world.

Once you travel through time, the game comes to reality. In this world, everyone can change their job to a professional, and they can upgrade by downloading dungeons and killing bosses.

Su Xing changed jobs and became the only hidden professional immortal cultivator. He was admitted to the highest university in Daxia. He originally thought that a prosperous road would be waiting for him. However, Su Xing was unable to fight monsters and upgrade. After four years of college, Su Xing was still in a small Qi training realm. Graduation is difficult.

Fortunately, by awakening the cheat “life simulator”, you can simulate the future by paying energy, and you can bring the cultivation skills, props, etc. obtained in the simulation back to the real world.

However, in the simulated future, fifteen years later, alien races invaded reality on a large scale, and the human race was wiped out.

Su Xing, who has a plug-in, chose to survive and develop, constantly improving his strength through simulators, becoming a boss hidden behind the scenes, silently fighting against the alien invasion…

ps: This is a simulator article, biased towards anti-routine farming and development, behind-the-scenes…

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Your fingers become golden fingers.

You touched the Jiuyang Divine Skill with your golden finger, and you learned the Jiuyang Divine Art.

You used your golden finger to touch the eighteen palms for subduing the dragon, and you learned the eighteen palms for subduing the dragon.

You touched the magic of the wedding dress with your golden finger, and you learned the magic of the wedding dress.

You feel that your skills are progressing slowly, so you meet a liar who sells powerful pills.

You touch the Dali Pill with your golden finger, and the Dali Pill becomes the True-Dali Pill.

You touched Melatonin with your golden finger, and Melatonin became a brain pill.

You touched the Liushen toilet water with your golden finger, and the Liushen toilet water made it into a brewed flower.

You touched Yunnan Baiyao with your golden finger, and Yunnan Baiyao turned into Xiao Huan Dan.

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So you started to collect all kinds of fake cheats, drink toilet water, eat Melatonin, and Dali pills… Your life also started to take off.

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