Cultivation Online - Chapter 18 - Mo Zhou’s Gratitude

Lin Yuan traveled through time.What? The life-saving pill was replaced with a piece of candy by someone?I only want a peaceful life, so why are you forcing me!No martial arts technique? I'll let Jiu Zhang deduce it!No old master by my side? I'll catch one myself!Finally, after swallowing the opponent's ancestor in one go, Lin Yuan sighed: “No one can force me anymore.”

“The Second Cult Leader and the Prophet of the Voodooists died during the Holy War seven years ago.”

Florence Academy was a prestigious clergy academy.

“Now that the Voodooists are considered as a cult, who is the Third Cult Leader, where are they now, and what are they up to?”

Only I knew the answer to this question.

The Third Cult Leader was a freshman at Florence Academy. He was here, standing amongst the others in the auditorium.

How do I know this, you ask?

Because I’m the Cult Leader.

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Twenty-six years, Jiang Yun experienced three things:
girlfriend Qin Zhao cheated;
quit his job;
Another new love.

【You are the fireworks of the world and boundless obsession】

Demining:
1. Do it first and then love the text. Jiang Yun and Lu Nian didn’t care about it in the early stage (emphasis added), so why not talk about feelings, and Lu Nianzhi and Qin Zhao are friends. That is, Qin Zhao cheated, Jiang Yun found another new love (who had broken up), and Lu Nianzhi was digging.
2. The clean party is careful to enter, Jiang Yun has an ex-girlfriend.
3. The broken mirror does not reunite, and Lu Nianzhi’s he, abusive scum text.

Content tags: Encounter by fate Near water towers Heaven made synthetic growth
Search keywords: Protagonist: Jiang Yun, Lu Nianzhi ┃ Supporting role: Qin Zhao ┃ Others:
One-sentence introduction: abused scum, broken mirror will not be reunited
Purpose: Get out of frustration, keep improving, and become self-reliant

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In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.