Mortal Cultivation: My Physical Condition Refreshes Daily
Ongoing
Author:Eat jianbing Guozhi every day
Chu Ran transmigrated into the world of cultivation, but with only a low-grade spiritual root, he could barely embark on the path to immortality.
Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened.
No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed.
From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple:
Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them.
Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them.
Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it.
All the blood essence in his body? Take it.
Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you.
You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle.
You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight.
From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish:
For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened.
No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed.
From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple:
Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them.
Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them.
Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it.
All the blood essence in his body? Take it.
Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you.
You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle.
You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight.
From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish:
For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
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