Unintended Cultivator - Chapter 1Book 1: : Message

Lu Qingshan, a renowned player ranked in the top ten of the Sword Cultivators’ leaderboard in “Nine Heavens,” had been reincarnated into the very game world for which he had always strived. Sword Cultivator, a class in “Nine Heavens,” known for dealing the highest damage but also having the least amount of health, leading to their nickname “Brute.” In this life, Lu Qingshan had still chosen the path of the Sword Cultivator. However, this Sword Cultivator seemed a bit too stable???

As a top cultivator in the Canglang Realm, Fang Mu has been a little troubled recently.

Because his new apprentice seems to be a little brainless.

…

Brain-disabled apprentice: “Master, the GM you killed is dead!”

Fang Mu: “Nonsense, people are killed and still not dead?”

Brain-disabled apprentice: “No, I mean, he died in the real world!”

Fang Mu: “Isn’t this the reality?”

The brain-dead apprentice “Of course not, you are just an NPC in the game!!!”

Fang Mu: “…”

…

Brain-disabled apprentice: “By the way, master, the last time it was a closed beta test, how come you haven’t been recalled?”

Fang Mu: “Oh, there was indeed a time travel back in the first two months.

But here I was blocked. ”

Brain-disabled apprentice: “Master, you are a bug…”

“Um?”

“Master, you will be corrected by GM with code!”

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A young man finally managed to become an immortal, a powerful cultivator able to lord over millions of souls. He took advantage of his tremendous luck and fortune to become the youngest immortal in history. He now wants to create his own sect and enjoy life, one filled with female disciples!

The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’!?”