Nine Star Hegemon Body Arts - Chapter 5937 Liao Yuhuang’s Intention

If you could return to the day you met, what would the two of you do?

“Ah! Fate is unfathomable like that. Never would anyone be able to guess that such an ordinary encounter could lead to such an extraordinary future. Although our encounter that day contributed to a resplendent future, I sometimes find myself reminiscing about ordinary days. If time could be rewound, would I choose to step foot into that tavern where we met… Ah, no! Even if that tavern had not existed, we would definitely have met anyway, because our encounter was indispensable fate!”

– Bard

“With my blade, I’ll cut the tavern, destiny, and this bastard in half all at the same time.”

– Red Cloak

Female Warrior details the 1st generation of the Twelve Holy Knights from .

Chen An transmigrated into the world of cultivating immortals. Relying on the fact that he was a transmigrator, he set himself a small goal of entering the foundation establishment stage in ten years.

Unexpectedly, his talent in cultivation was extremely poor, and he was stuck at the third level of Qi refining for many years without making any further progress. After thirty years of hard work in cultivation, he returned as a beginner.

He had wanted to pursue immortality, but in the end, he only learned alchemy. Seeing no hope in cultivation, he chose to return to ordinary life and married a wife to enjoy the pleasures of the mundane world.

However, on the night of his wedding, he returned to the path of cultivating immortals.

[Ding! Your system has been activated.]

[Alchemy experience +1.]

[Alchemy experience +1.]

[Alchemy experience +1.]

It turned out that marrying his wife and enjoying the pleasures of the mundane world was his path to becoming immortal. It allowed him to skip thousands of years of detours and directly become immortal.

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