Amukelo: The Burdened Path - Chapter 164: Starting a Rebellion

Lu Jing traveled through the Great Fu and became a young boy from a prominent family who was about to join another clan.

This world is weird and lonely, Lu Jing started as a son-in-law, and he couldn’t go to his wife’s house, and his future was bleak.

But he read the “Book of Changes” thoroughly, and actually opened the [Following Fortune and Avoiding Misfortune] fate!

Everyone lives!

So Lu Jing began to accumulate fate, gain opportunities, and become stronger and stronger.

【Pursuing good luck and avoiding bad luck】: The fiery gold life style, predicting and balancing good and bad luck, doing good things and doing bad things, all have something to gain.

[Human Immortal]: Emperor Ziming, reborn from a drop of blood, immortal and immortal!

[Pose of the Great Emperor]: Emperor Zi’s life style, any cultivation technique can be comprehended at a glance, and any supernatural powers can be discerned at a glance.

[Wrath of a Human]: With a bright yellow life, within seven steps of the enemy, the vitality in the body is greatly improved, and the physical strength is greatly improved.

[Cultivation Wizards]: Ming Huang’s destiny, the speed of martial arts and primordial spirits has been greatly improved.

【Beautiful man】: Orange life, the longer the more beautiful.

This year, there was a drinker in the north who sealed the demon, and it shook the world for 30 years; in the south, there was an old dragon who fell into the mortal world, hoping to reach the gate of heaven again.

This year, Taoists on Taoshan cultivated Buddha all day long; the rebels of Leiyin Temple held a Zen staff and knocked out a town of Ping Ping.

This year, the Master has already entered the gate of heaven, and he has been cultivating literature for forty-eight years in heaven, and his knowledge is not in the world.

It was also this year that Lu Jing became a son-in-law and was worrying about how to cultivate martial arts, refine his soul, and accumulate life skills to survive this cold winter this year.

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Cassian had lived his life in the most miserable way. He had scrubbed the floors and washed the clothes in the cold winter and done everything just to please his uncle’s family, but in return, they sold him to a merchant only for a pouch of coins.And the merchant decided to gift him to the king of Aetherlyn, a faraway kingdom from his small village to show his loyalty and curry favor from the king. And he was the lucky one from the group to be choosen by the king. Thus he got the position of palace servant.Cassian thought maybe his life in the palace would be different, but he was bound to be disappointed as the people in the palace were far more sinister and ruthless. Scheming ran in their blood.And can anyone tell him why his path always crossed with the notorious first prince of the kingdom? The seemingly cold prince had an unpredictable temper. And why was he always drawn to him like a moth to a light?Will Cassian be able to survive in the palace where the true faces are hidden behind masks, or will he become more entangled in their schemes and just become a mere pawn in their game?

Wei Yuewu is the unloved daughter of the powerful Marquis Hua Yang. On her way back to the capital city to marry her fiancé, she becomes the target of a ruthless assassination led by her fiancé, Marquis Jing Yuan. With the help of the Prince of Yan State, she narrowly escapes from one disaster after another and returns to the capital. Determined to avenge her enemies and unravel the mystery surrounding her engagement with Marquis Jing Yuan as well as the death of her mother, Wei Yuewu makes a deal with the Prince of Yan State. However, just as she has triumphed over all her enemies and is about to reach the acme of her life, she deliberately destroys her own future and becomes an exile of her own…

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A huge guy is bawling his eyes out. In this day and age? Sure, maybe the world changed while I was away in that other place. I’m not some old-fashioned boomer.But what if that guy is clinging to my pant leg, sobbing and sniffling—And we’re not even acquaintances?Even in modern times, that’s just messed up. Ask any passing kid, they’d agree.So yeah, I shook my leg. He was gross and too close.“The hell’s wrong with you? Crying just ’cause you saw a ghost?” “N-no! I swear, it was really there! You didn’t see it!!”I let the disrespect slide. Barely. He was asking for help and still talking down to me just because I look young?Obviously, I’m not the one who lost his balls. He is.And yet… when I looked where he pointed—Something was there.I threw some coarse salt and looked again.He stared at me like I was insane, but I ignored it.…Yeah. Something was definitely there.It made eye contact.