Qin Lang transmigrated to the fantasy world and inherited a small, dilapidated sect.
It doesn’t matter if the sect is poor. Who asked me to have the synthesis system?
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for using 10,000 chickens to synthesize a chicken king!”
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for using 10,000 hybrid plants to synthesize a top-grade spiritual medicine!”
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for fusing 100,000 tree branches into a top-grade divine sword!”
Ding!" Congratulations to the host for using one million toads to synthesize a divine beast…"
What was that? No cultivation technique? Close! No weapons? Close! No defensive treasures?
"Master, why is my wardrobe empty?"”
Qin Lang licked his lips." Don’t panic, my disciple. I only have one piece of clothing left before I can complete my divine grade treasured armor."”
After saying that, Qin Lang looked at the only dress his disciple was wearing.