Twelve-Winged Dark Seraphim

1 drop of blood = 1-Up
Other people game overnight, I game overnight and bleed.
Ever since the dimensional storms descended upon Earth, numerous dimensional zones have appeared, bringing with them all kinds of dimensional creatures—Immortals, Buddhas, Devils, Angels, Elves, etc.
Yet, all these strange dimensional zones can turn into dungeon instances on my phone. Other people risk their lives adventuring, I spend all my time gaming.
Monsters drop dimensional crystals that boost stats, imbue new skills, and join me as Companion Beasts. These Companion Beasts fight alongside me or alone, augmenting me with their skills and strength. Rare monsters in real life? I'll just restart the game with a drop of blood to grind it.
I really need a blood transfusion.

Let Me Game in Peace

CKtalon

Zhou Wen seemed to have his hair stand on end as he tried to gather his strength to escape the old man's grasp. An Sheng also realized that something was amiss as he stared intently at the old man, prepared to attack at any moment.

To Zhou Wen's surprise, the elder released his hand and picked up a treasure map in the shape of a wooden plaque. He handed it to Zhou Wen and said with a smile, "Lad, this treasure map is on the house. Dig it up and take a look. If you can dig up a treasure, it won't be too late to buy treasure maps from me."

Zhou Wen stared at the old man and sized him up, but apart from his eyes, there was nothing about the old man that resembled Jing Daoxian. He couldn't even sense the Essence Energy fluctuations and exuberant vitality that a cultivator should have. If the old man hadn't grabbed him, Zhou Wen would have imagined that he was an ordinary person.

Meeting Jing Daoxian Again