Mortal Cultivation: Who Could Be More Sinister Than Me?

No System. No mercy. No righteous halo. Song Wen transmigrated into a brutal cultivation world where the weak are nothing more than prey. There are no kind mentors waiting to guide him, no miraculous system to protect him, and no heavenly fortune prepared to pave his way. From the moment he killed that frail little beggar, seized his blood, and devoured his soul, every cell in his body seemed to cheer. His mind burned with exhilaration, and he finally understood one thing clearly: In this life, slaughter would be unavoidable. To survive, he can bow his head and smile. To live longer, he can scheme in the shadows. For the sake of immortality, he will lie, endure, betray, ambush, and kill without hesitation. He is a demonic cultivator, a cautious schemer, a sinister survivor who never fights fair unless victory is already certain. On the path to eternal life, there is no purity, no justice, and no regret. Only bones beneath his feet. — Description from novelcodex.orgFull novel: Mortal Cultivation: Who Could Be More Sinister Than Me? — read the rest free on N​o⁠v​e⁠l​C⁠o​d⁠e​x⁠.​o⁠r​g⁠