"I, Mo Fan, am an army."

  This sentence scattered with the wind in the empty stone forest, but it took the firmest root at the bottom of Mo Fan's heart.

  He skillfully pressed his hand onto the Earth-Rending Giant Bear's corpse, and after siphoning the abundant remnant soul, he cleanly finished dissecting and packing the materials.

  And the fall of this LV. 8 giant beast was merely the prelude to a carnival of flesh and blood.

  Realizing the terrifying efficiency of his "Fighter, Mage, Assassin" team composition, Mo Fan completely let loose.

  Over the next half month, this "warning zone" deep in the back mountain of the Azure Cloud Sect—a place that made countless outer court disciples pale at the mention of it—welcomed its most terrifying and unreasonable "plague of locusts" in history.

  This map-clearing squad, consisting of one man and two skeletons, acted like a tireless flesh-and-blood harvester, rampaging through the Buffer Zone.

  If someone could set up a recording crystal in this dangerous jungle, they would see absurd scenes sufficient to overturn the common sense of the cultivation world:

  By a gloomy swamp, a bucket-thick tier-one late-stage [ Shadow Poison Python ] had just opened its bloody maw when it was frozen stiff by an invisible blast of extreme Grave Chill.

  In the next second, Mo Yan, holding a rusty sword, swept past like a phantom. The sword light flashed like a bolt of silk, decapitating the massive snake head without the slightest hesitation.

  In the dense jungle, a [ Gale Wolf ], known for its speed, didn't even have time to howl for its companions before it was pinned dead to the ground by Summon No. 003, who smashed down from the canopy like a cannonball.

  Those sharp claws, combining the traits of a Demonic Tiger and a cheetah, effortlessly tore open its throat.

  And as the "brain" of this killing machine, Mo Fan didn't even need to personally enter the melee anymore.

  Most of the time, he sat leisurely cross-legged on a tree branch with a wide field of view.

  His left hand grasped a large chunk of high-tier Spirit Beast essence meat, roasted until it sizzled with oil.

  He chewed heartily, allowing the violent flesh-and-blood Qi to temper his increasingly tough bronze skin through the circulation of the Body Forging Record.

  His right hand, meanwhile, acted like an elegant maestro playing the piano, tapping the empty air.

  Blue light flashed at his fingertips. The bone shield of [ Skeletal Armament ] accurately enveloped Mo Yan, neutralizing fatal impacts.

  Red light flowed. [ Touch of Grave Chill ] acted like a precision-guided radar, crippling the enemy's mobility.

  When encountering the tricky besiegement of a beast pack, the beast carcasses that had been drained of value and casually discarded in the grass became his perfect masterpieces.

  With a snap of his fingers, [ Corpse Explosion ] detonated with a boom. A rain of blood and necrotic toxins wove into a minefield of death, blasting the beast pack to pieces.

  The System's cold yet beautiful notification chimes rang continuously in Mo Fan's mind, practically becoming the most pleasant music in the world.

  The high-tier pelts, beast cores, and beast bones in his storage bag piled up like mountains at a speed visible to the naked eye.

  This wasn't experiential training; this was restocking.

  Tireless undead, combined with Mo Fan's near-infinite Mana pool due to the double compensation, ensured this high-intensity sweeping had no downtime whatsoever.

  After half a month of crazy "map clearing," the tier-one late-stage Spirit Beasts in this Buffer Zone had been slaughtered into an endangered species by this Mystic Realm Rocket Squad.

  Finally, on a thunderstorm-filled afternoon, the accumulation of quantitative changes triggered a qualitative transformation.

  As No. 003's sharp claws pierced the heart of the last Spirit Beast blocking their path, the energy that had been suppressed in Mo Fan's body for a long time erupted like a volcano.

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  Two consecutive, dazzling pillars of golden light shot into the sky from his body, dispelling the surrounding rain and mist!

  [ System Notification: Current Experience Overflow. Level Up! ]

  [ LV. 5 ? LV. 6 ? LV. 7! ]

  Consecutive breakthrough!

  According to the System's realm conversion, LV. 7 meant Mo Fan had officially crossed that watershed and stepped over the threshold of late-stage Qi Condensation!

  A marvelous sensation, like shedding his mortal shell and exchanging his bones, flowed through his entire body.

  Mo Fan closed his eyes. He could clearly feel that the necromantic Mana in his body, which used to be like a stream, had now become as heavy and solid as viscous mercury. Every circulation of Mana carried a heart-palpitating pressure.

  Deep in his soul, a storm was brewing even more fiercely. The space of his sea of consciousness was savagely expanded, and his Soul Strength (CPU) welcomed another explosive surge.

  His brain was unprecedentedly clear; even with his eyes closed, the trajectories of the raindrops within a radius of dozens of meters were revealed in his perception down to the finest detail.

  Coupled with the luxurious treatment of eating high-tier beast meat like regular meals every day for the past half month, the progress of the Body Forging Record was also advancing triumphantly.

  His physical body felt like a piece of repeatedly hammered refined steel, containing terrifying explosive power.

  On his retina, the data panel was completely refreshed:

  [ Name: Mo Fan ]

  [ Class: Necromancer (Tier 1) ]

  [ Level: LV. 7 (Equivalent to: Late-Stage Qi Condensation) ]

  [ HP: 150 ]

  [ Mana: 950 / 950 ]

  [ Soul Strength (CPU): 55 ]

  [ Current Load: 35 / 55 ]

  [ Affiliated Units: ]

  [ Unit 001 · Mo Yan (Jade Bone Swordsman): Occupies 20 ]

  [ Unit 003 · Heavy-Armor Bone Leopard (Leopard/Tiger Hybrid): Occupies 15 ]

  "950 Mana... 55 points of computing power."

  Mo Fan opened his eyes and clenched his fists, listening to the thunderous, crisp cracking sounds from his bones. An unconcealable, wild smile hooked the corners of his mouth.

  This fulfilling sensation of grasping absolute power was simply too intoxicating.

  Leveling up twice in a row meant the System Skill Tree lit up again.

  Mo Fan couldn't wait to sink his consciousness into his sea of knowledge, his gaze sweeping over those flashing new icons. In order to drastically strengthen Mo Yan, the "absolute big brother," and push his single-combat capability to the absolute limit, he selected a premium buff from the support-type skills that could be called berserk.

  [ Skill: Death Frenzy ]

  [ Description: Inject frenzied death energy into an undead unit, causing it to ignore all hitstun/stagger caused by physical damage. Attack Speed and Strength increased by 50% for a short duration. After the duration ends or Mana is depleted, the unit's skeletal damage intake increases, entering a weakened state. ]

  "Berserk bloodlust plus super armor!"

  Mo Fan's eyes lit up brightly. "Paired with Mo Yan's jade bone foundation, once this skill is activated, he's simply a pain-free meat grinder!"

  Without any hesitation, he decisively lit up [ Death Frenzy ].

  Still not satisfied, Mo Fan looked at other premium skills on the tree, such as [ Bone Wall ] (Defense) and [ Curse of Aging ] (Debuff). Rubbing his hands together, his greed flared, wanting to click on [ Curse of Aging ] to pair with Touch of Grave Chill and create a double crowd control setup.

  However, the instant his consciousness touched the icon, the System ruthlessly popped up a cold red warning box.

  [ WARNING: Operation Failed! ]

  [ Current Soul Tier (Tier 1). Skill Slots are Full (5/5). Unable to bear more Law Imprints. ]

  [ Currently Occupied Skill Slots: ]

  Skeletal Armament (Enhancement / Shield)

  Touch of Grave Chill (Slow / Hard CC)

  Death Vision (Reconnaissance)

  Corpse Explosion (Damage / AoE Zone)

  Death Frenzy (Buff - Newly learned at LV. 7)

  [ Note 1: Soul Dread and Necromancer Sovereign belong to the Necromancer's exclusive core passives/racial talents and do not occupy Skill Slots. ]

  [ Note 2: To learn new skills, you must forget existing skills to free up a slot, or advance a Major Realm (Break through to LV. 10 Tier 2) to unlock new Skill Slots. ]

  "Skill slot limit?"

  Mo Fan froze, frowning slightly as he looked at the glaring red warning. But he wasn't annoyed for long. After his brain spun rapidly, he smiled in relief.

  "Makes sense. If skills could be learned infinitely, then as long as one grinds enough time, even a pig could become an omniscient and omnipotent god."

  This was also a reminder to him: being a jack of all trades but master of none was a path to death.

  "Biting off more than you can chew is useless. There are no invincible skills, only invincible build synergies."

  He re-examined his five skills.

  He had [ Skeletal Armament ] for shielding, saving lives, and enhancement; [ Death Vision ] for full-map wallhacks to prevent ambushes; [ Touch of Grave Chill ] for strong slowing to cripple mobility; [ Corpse Explosion ] to control AoE combat pacing; and now he had added [ Death Frenzy ], a god-tier burst skill.

  One enhancement, one recon, one crowd control, one burst, one AoE mob-clearer.

  This was a perfectly closed-loop buff system.

  "With this setup, let alone the outer court, within the Qi Condensation stage of this Mystic Realm, as long as I don't run into those Heaven Spirit Root freaks, I can already walk sideways."

  Mo Fan closed his panel, letting the rainwater wash away the mud on his body.

  This half-month-long "closed-door map clearing" had finally come to a perfect conclusion.

  He looked up at the exaggerated, hill-like pile of Spirit Beast materials gathered by Mo Yan and No. 003 not far away, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

  "55 points of total computing power. Currently only occupying 35 points. I still have a whole 20 points of surplus."

  This couldn't be wasted.

  He patted Mo Yan's shoulder, a smile full of anticipation hooking the corner of his mouth.

  "It's about time we welcome a new child to the team."

  What happens when a young master from a declining cultivator clan decides to… be a decent human being?

  Who does that?

  -Karmic Cultivators

  -Slightly more farming, crafting and slice-of-life than most xianxia

  -MC doesn't discover his own path until Ch 10 so be patient

  -Gradually accumulating power growth.

  -No Harem