Listening to Snow in the Dark Night

[You have transmigrated, named Gu Sheng, and are a farm boy.]
[This is a dynasty in chaos, where demons and monsters lurk and bandits run rampant; as someone at the bottom, you face hellish survival difficulties.]
[You decide to lay low.]
[You awaken a mastery panel.]
[You breathe a sigh of relief, you can start grinding.]
[You grind Chopping Wood to Perfect, chopping bones and breaking tendons with ease.]
[You grind archery to Perfect, becoming a godlike archer who can hit a louse at a hundred paces.]
[You learn the Iron Stone Fist, set foot on the path of a Martial Artist, and grind it to Perfect, with punches as heavy as a million pounds.]
……
[You learn the Longevity Eternal Youth True Art, greatly extending your lifespan, giving you more time to grind, and greater hope to lay low.]
……
[You grind to the limit, steadily laying low, and one day you suddenly realize, you are invincible.]

Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World

The rhythmic sound of hammering echoed in the mountain cave, uninterrupted, as muscular men with bare upper bodies struck iron blocks. Sweat dripped from their skin, yet not a single one dared slack off.


Because beside them, black-clad martial artists with cold, indifferent gazes were watching like hawks.


Anyone who dared show signs of laziness or carelessness was immediately met with a vicious whip strike. A whip drenched in saltwater was enough to teach them the true meaning of pain, leaving their skin torn and flesh exposed.


"If I don't see 300 sets of heavy armor within six months, watch out for your heads!"


"Meet the quota, and I promise you'll return home safe!"


A cold voice rang out in the cave. A burly man dressed in green paced continuously, his sharp, hawk-like eyes scanning every corner as his cropped mustache trembled faintly.


It was none other than Leng Yun, Wind Hall Master of the Black Sand Gang.


Chapter 110: The New Emperor Faints at the Palace Gate! The Evil Guest Returns! _3