MTL - Endless Dantian - Chapter 5 Hidden bloodline

He was an orphan with mediocre aptitude and a humble background.Through perseverance and an unwillingness to settle for mediocrity, he practiced cultivation desperately.By a stroke of luck, he awakened the Ancient Martial Soul, long extinct in this world, and from that moment on, his rise was unstoppable, like a comet soaring high, embarking on a cultivation journey to dominate the world.Starting as a beggar who was bullied by others, he began to shine with each step, entering into an era of chaos where Sects are numerous, talents abound, the Ten Thousand Clans vie for power, and human heroes emerge one after another in a vast and magnificent world.With the 'Tyrant Sky Martial Soul', he vowed to forge his own myth!

After his qi center is destroyed, a martial arts instructor of the Blood Demon Cult is assigned to learn and research the martial arts of four captured murim masters. However, when the Cult betrays him and decides to kill him, he fights back and everyone in the Cult dies, including himself.He then mysteriously wakes up in the body of Baek Suryong, a young martial arts instructor in the rural countryside with a disease that will kill him within three years. He realizes that the martial arts he had learned holds the key to healing his new body’s illness, but in order to do that, he needed money. A LOT of money.Baek Suryong thus embarks on a journey to become the Star Instructor of the Azure Dragon Martial Arts Academy, and earn enough money to save his own life! Perhaps he would even manage to educate some kids along the way…

The World was thrown into chaos with the arrival of monsters but the humans were given a chance of awakening powers.The MC who was once used to read stories like that was now reincarnated in such world.This is his story on how he would proceed in this troublesome world.

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.