Beggar Cultivation System - Chapter 81: Day Of The Advancement!(Part-4)

Link was the top Archmage in the entire server. He had just defeated the strongest boss, the Lord of The Deep, Nozama with his party. However, instead of going back to town, he was transported to a secret location with pixelated CG.

Xuan travels to another world, and everyone can be reincarnated into another world once for free on the day they turn eighteen, until the end of life.

After each reincarnation, you will be evaluated by the True Spirit Pagoda and get the True Spirit value.

The true soul points can be exchanged for the income of the reincarnation world, such as: exercises, medicines, weapons, etc.

And Yang Xuan, carrying the one-click tracking and one-click full-level system, started a crazy journey of reincarnation.

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Initial world: normal world

One-click tracking: Find the national martial arts boxing method, Bajiquan.

One-click full level: Bajiquan, full level!

Break through the void and see God is not bad!

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The second reincarnation: the world of low martial arts

One-click Tracking: Nine Suns Magic

One-click full level: I Ching washes marrow, all diseases are invulnerable, diamond is not bad, life is endless, good fortune is pure yang

Pure Yang physical body, great master of good fortune.

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When others are still trying to reincarnate into the ordinary urban world,…

- Description from novelbuddy

Author : Kinugasa ShougoIllustrator : TomoseshunsakuAs Ayanokouji and his classmates begin their second year at the Advanced Nurturing High School, they're greeted by a fresh gauntlet of exams and a fresh batch of rather unique first-year students. They'll have to get to know each other quickly, because the first special exam pairs the first-years with the second-years on a written test--with only the second-years facing expulsion if their team performs poorly! Worse yet? It seems one of the new first-years is also from the White Room. Can Ayanokouji avoid expulsion while sussing out the identity of this hidden foe?

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