Immortal Cultivation: My Storage Pouch Can Collect All Techniques

Lu Ye transmigrated to the immortal cultivation world, only to wake up framed for stealing pills and tied to an execution platform. After thirty lashes, he is expelled from the sect and sent down the mountain. Fortunately, the ragged storage pouch at his waist can hold more than just objects. When the whip strikes his body, it collects the whip's force; when a poison pill is dropped into water, it extracts the poison; when enemies whisper in secret, it stores their voices; when sword qi approaches, it can even keep it safe for the opponent first. He used the power of three lashes to break the execution rack, and relied on seven breaths of human voices to pry open the fake accounts. He thought he had cleared his name, only to discover that six of the thirty-six bone-tempering pills contained poison. The yin copper ash in the poison pointed to a hidden pipe that was smuggling the sect's earth fire. In seven days, the account books would be sent to the inner sect, and the trail would go cold; on the monthly test stage, an opponent at the eighth level of body tempering was waiting for him. Storage space is limited, load-bearing capacity is limited. To contain a disaster of any size, you must first have the life to catch it. Later, when mountain fires, floods, and nine-layered heavenly tribulations filled the sky, and countless immortals fled in panic. Lu Ye shook open his old cloth bag: "Don't crowd. Enter the warehouse in batches." — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: Immortal Cultivation: My Storage Pouch Can Collect All Techniques — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠