Demonic Cultivation Technique Harms People! Holy Shit?

"Salvation Sect. Interesting."

Reclining in his chair, Gu Yuan's lips curled into a faint smile as he kept his eyes fixed on the television drama.

Salvation Sect?

Outside, Wang Chi muttered to himself.

Was this TV drama really that good?

Maybe he should watch fewer beauty videos too.

First-year dormitory.

Jiang Yang had somehow become the number one student of the Combat Academy's freshmen, and the pressure on him was quite immense.

But it wasn't a big problem.

After all, he was someone with a system.

Fortunately, he had suppressed his strength back then and hadn't ranked too highly. Otherwise, he would have been dead meat.

He felt sorry for those geniuses.

Though they were only from Third Cultivation University, they were already extraordinary—especially Lu Chuan.

"Jiang Yang, come on. A professor is giving a lecture today. If we don't go now, there won't be any seats left."

A voice suddenly came from outside the dormitory. It was Shen Yicheng, a friend Jiang Yang had only recently gotten to know.

He had also been mentioned in the previous simulation.

Going to a lecture at a time like this?

What the hell for!

Not going.

He would rather run a simulation.

The matter with the Enforcement Hall last time had been too tightly timed, so the simulation had happened to miss it.

And in the past few days, he had been under surveillance, unable to simulate at all.

"I still have some things to do. You go ahead. I feel like my cultivation has made some progress."

After giving an explanation, Jiang Yang sent Shen Yicheng away.

Jiang Yang sat cross-legged on his meditation cushion.

"System! Start the simulation!"

[Please draw a talent card!]

Draw.

[Congratulations, Host, you have drawn the golden talent: Luck at Work (Advanced Version)]

Jiang Yang: "..."