MTL - I Might Be A Fake Cultivator - Chapter 2321 ? Remote Charger

“Li Qingshan, as the eldest disciple of the Ascension Sect, the prince of the Dayan Dynasty, was actually bewildered and let go of the Demon Sect Heavenly Concubine, do you know the guilt?”

“I would like to give up my status as a big disciple, be imprisoned in Siguoya, and wipe the forest of steles.”

“Yes, but you must abolish your cultivation base, smash your roots, and you must not go out for the rest of your life!”

Since then, Li Qingshan has been living in seclusion, thinking about crossing the cliff, wiping the forest of monuments, and actually activated his full-level comprehension.

[You watch carefully, stimulate your full-level comprehension, and realize the Dahe sword qi]

[You watch carefully, stimulate full-level comprehension, and comprehend triple sword strike]

[You watch carefully, stimulate full-level comprehension, and comprehend Fantian Yin]

Eighty years later, the Immortal Dao Golden List came, ranking the masters in the world, and Li Qingshan directly occupied the first place.

The list’s evaluation of him – the god of the world!

- Description from novelbuddy

A firefighter in her previous life, Li Jing’er transmigrated back to ancient times and became the wife of the second son of a farmer. A month after Li Jing’er married into the family, her husband left to join the army.

Then news arrived that her husband was killed in battle but the compensation paid by the imperial court was snatched away by her greedy in-laws. Forced into a corner, she planned an escape, severed family ties, and left with her six-month-old baby daughter.

Joining the flow of refugees escaping from disaster and war, she picked up several lost and abandoned children along the way and tried to start a new life.

Then out of the blue, her deceased husband appeared…

- Description from Novelupdates

Venshiro, a young ronin bound to the Black Vein Blade, is hunted by clans who would kill for the curse he carries. Every time he draws the sword, it takes something from him—his memories, his soul. But the blade remembers everything.And now, it wants more.

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.