A Bored Lich - Chapter 370 - Come With Me

After waking up, she came to the world of mortals cultivating immortals, and was reborn as Li Feiyu with the same name and surname.

Facing the predicament of having little life essence left and not knowing whether he has spiritual roots, relying on the ability to attribute all data, he embarks on the immortal journey of longevity and long-sightedness!

I once killed the Six Paths of the Demon Sect in Tiannan.

He also intimidated the heroes of the Star Palace in the Chaotic Star Sea.

He once forged the name of killing gods in the human world, and once let all races sing his real name in the spiritual world!

In the fairy world, I am the way of heaven!

In this life, I personally promote the three worlds of celebrities, spirits, and immortals!

Killing and setting fire, Li Feiyu, is here!

This book is also known as: “Li Feiyu’s Attribute Cultivation Life” “Li Feiyu is my good brother Han Li, and I can’t even add money! “

- Description from novelbuddy

Xie Huaimin who had been jilted, unexpectedly came to the unfamiliar nation of Dong Qi and became Xie Zhaohua, the idiotic Fourth Miss of the Grand Tutor Xie’s family in Dong Qi. Ready to be flexible to her newfound circumstances, she strived to let herself adapt to life in a feudalistic society but her eccentric Second Brother, Xie Zhaoying, implicated her in a complicated web of intricacies. The Zhao family’s party which dominates the court administration, the refined and mysterious teacher Song Zijing from Xi Qi and also Prince Yan, Xiao Xuan, who is remotely far away, form a world full of perils and excitement. Miss Xie who is imbued with courage and insensitive yet pure, followed along with Xiao Xuan without second thoughts, throwing herself into the venture of revolution and love.

T/n: The title of the novel originated from a Chinese poem by Yan Jidao.

- Description from Novelupdates

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.