I am just a Mortal

I am just a Mortal

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Yi Feng travels to the world of cultivation, but it's a pity that he can only be an ordinary person. He has no choice but to open a small martial arts gym to make a living, occasionally blacksmithing, and being a "grandmaster" to dawdle. Until one day, the small martial arts hall became lively. Several fairy-like old men are arguing about the kitchen knife in Yi Feng's kitchen... The middle-aged man who stepped through the void hides in the clouds above and peeks at Yi Feng practicing boxing every day... The saint who is all over the country and the city volunteers to be Maid... "I don't know when I will be able to reach this level of returning to the basics!" "Yes! Master Yi's boxing style seems ordinary and has no aura fluctuations, but it contains the supreme martial arts. It is a peerless martial god!" Yi Feng: "I am a peerless Martial God, why don't I know?" All the peerless powerhouses: "Senior, I understand now, you are playing a big game of chess, and we're all the pieces!"
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He woke up as no one, just an outer disciple in a sect that barely noticed his name. Yet behind his calm gaze lingered something different... something wrong. Whispers began to echo inside his mind. A strange system appeared, offering him power, knowledge, and something deeper... something he couldn't quite grasp. While others chase glory and immortality, he plays a different game... quiet schemes, subtle moves, and shadows that shift when no one is watching. But questions haunt him. What are these dreams that refuse to fade? Why do memories flicker like distant echoes? And why does the scent of blood feel so familiar? And the most important question of all... Who is he, really?

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