Stinky Pig is chubby

"If someone has to become the strongest, why can't it be me?"
An unfortunate young man, brought to another world by a meteor, voices his unwillingness with a defiant roar.
I just want to create a fantastical world that doesn't seem too unreal.
Pre-reading Reminder 1: If you think human nature can simply be divided into good or bad, proceed with caution.
Pre-reading Reminder 2: If you believe a sect is just a crowd of people flattering the protagonist, proceed with caution. 
Pre-reading Reminder 3: If you think the whole world is a stage for the protagonist to show off, and all people are merely stepping stones for the protagonist, proceed with caution.

I Can See Your Combat Power

I can't be bothered to consider Fang Han's petty schemes, they are nothing more than childish tricks.


Yet, I have to admire the Tang Clan's injury medicine, it's so potent it puts others in a league of its own. A deep knife wound like Fang Han's, which was bone-deep, was already scarring and healing after only one day. He could already get out of bed and move around.


And the first thing he did when he could get out of bed was to practice cultivating.


This confirmed Tang Luo's suspicion that Fang Han was staging his own drama just to stay in the Martial Hall.


How foolish, Tang Luo thought to himself, looking at Fang Han with a calm expression.


His priority now was to open the Star Pavilion. As for Fang Han's petty schemes, he could let him be.


Having made up his mind, Tang Luo decided Fang Han was not someone he could entrust important matters to.


The reconstructed shop was finally completed, unveiling its mystery to the people of Xiling.


Chapter 43: The Master of the Star Pavilion