I am extremely gifted, and practicing exercises can get twice the result with half the effort. I am a genius that is rare in a hundred years, extraordinary in ten years, and a saint in thirty. My blood is against the sky, and I was born to be a king. Watching the dispute between a group of geniuses, Han Xu slowly closed his eyes. Eyes closed, basking in the sun and falling asleep. Others' cultivation, diligence, perseverance, talent, resources, and opportunities are indispensable. But he just needs to wait quietly for the skills to be downloaded. A life without cultivation should be so simple Unpretentious and boring.