The world I transmigrated is filled with players, with survival already a struggle. Moreover, I was entangled with a System to become the most visible NPC...
The natives resent me while players see me as a thorn in their side.
I needed to strive with all my might to live a good life in this foreign world while avoiding being bullied by the players. I can only turn the sufferings I experienced into the sufferings of others. I would have to keep all the benefits for myself, grow vigorously, and become an invincible boss who could never be defeated by players...
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Golden Lion knocked on the door of his newly acknowledged master, the Blood Butcher, Lan Nuotian.


Lan Nuotian was meditating cross-legged.


As Golden Lion entered, Lan Nuotian lifted his eyelids slightly. "Disciple, have you come to see me regarding any questions about the Cultivation Techniques?"


"Master, there is no problem with the Cultivation Technique." Golden Lion looked at his master, who was enveloped in a bloody aura, and tentatively asked, "Master, I want to donate one hundred thousand taels of Silver to standardize the Blood Shadow Sect's attire. What do you think? I see that our brothers are wearing all sorts of clothes, and it doesn't reflect the prestige of our Blood Shadow Sect!"


Chapter 98 - 098 Wind rises and clouds move