MTL - I Became the Cannon Fodder In the Novels of Female Cultivators - Chapter 357 My monks, never lose to others in life

One day, I was given the mysterious power of Hwanmong.

Lin Mu was an orphan living in a country town. Having no knowledge of cultivation, he was a common peasant. This was until he discovered a mysterious ring stuck in a tree.

Wearing it, a new world opened up to Lin Mu. The world of cultivation!

The ring bestowed Lin Mu with the ability to cultivate while also giving him the ability to manipulate space.

Snatching treasures, exploring unknown realms, looting secret grottos, everything was possible with the ring.

Witness Lin Mu as he learns his purpose in life, finds his destiny, meets impeccable experts and beings.

Watch him as he learns the truth of the cosmos, and becomes its saviour!

Tags: #weak to strong
#Beast taming
#Beast companions
#Monster Master
#World Exploration
#NO YOUNG MASTERS

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Old Synopsis:

Lin Mu was a common boy living in a small town, ostracized by the townsmen because of a mistake he made during the harvest, his house seized to compensate for it. Forced to fend for himself in the outskirts, he finds a rusty ring embedded in the tree where he always used to play as a child.
Witness his story as the mysterious rusty ring changes his destiny forever, opening him up to a world he would never have experienced, people he would have never met, and powers he would have never had.

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