Back then, Song Shuhang, still a complete newbie, had needed to borrow his CPU to cultivate.
In the blink of an eye, that newbie had grown strong enough to take on fifty fifth-grade opponents and one sixth-grade opponent head-on.
Somehow, his memories of the newbie Song Shuhang felt as though they were only yesterday.
Time really flew... flew, my ass!
Song Shuhang had been a newbie just three and a half months ago.
For cultivators with their long lifespans, three months really was practically "yesterday."
Young Master Phoenix Slayer felt stabbed through the heart. He was exhausted and wanted to leave the group.
Senior Yellow Mountain asked, "Shuhang, what attack methods did the Sixth-Grade Celestial One have?"
"Uh... well, I remember he never got the chance to attack," Song Shuhang typed. "The moment we met, I swapped in the Confucian Sage's Eye and hit them with it. Then I raised my defenses to block their arrows and javelins. When I saw an opening, I caught the Sixth-Grade Celestial One off guard with an Embryo Gaze. After that, a curse left on him by the Ancient Shamans activated. All the Celestial Ones went down under the curse. A total wipeout. Then I moved the Sixth-Grade Celestial One, who'd been petrified by the combined effects of Pregnancy Gaze + Embryo Gaze, into my private world and locked him up."
Northern River's Loose Cultivator: "..."
For some reason, he suddenly felt a little sorry for those Celestial Ones.
These fellows were cultivators' mortal enemies. As long as they refused to stop hunting Golden Cores, neither the cultivation world nor the monster race could coexist with them.
Yet after hearing Song Shuhang's description, everyone pictured the Celestial Race clutching their swollen bellies and trembling beneath Song Shuhang's gaze.
"If you want to study him,