Tan Shuchang practiced cultivation for seven years, time ceased to matter in the search for truth, and he gradually forgot what date it was today.
I picked up the sun at dawn, and returned it to the sky when darkness came.
One should not belittle oneself without cause.
After all, except for those who are stronger than I, I am the strongest.
Note—Written on the first day after ascension.
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Tan Shuchang practiced cultivation for seven years, time ceased to matter in the search for truth, and he gradually forgot what date it was today.
Here, there were neither the cultivation techniques for ascending to immortality, nor a variety of Divine Secret Skills, what existed were straightforward confrontations of fist against flesh, and somewhat mystical combat skills.
Today, I encountered a cultivator of Body Refinement who laughed at my slender frame, probably thinking I couldn't truss a chicken. With one punch, I showed her that a laughing girl isn't necessarily always fortunate.
