Cultivation is Creation - Chapter 20: The Price of Power

Wen Er girl is unparalleled in beauty, but when people mention it, she has to sigh because she was born dumb. Unexpectedly, one day, the second girl Wen, who fell from the wall and hit Prince Jing’s body, suddenly spoke.

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As a handsome guy with fame and wealth, Eddy could lay his hands on any beauty around the world. Unfortunately, his little brother down there was too weak to grant him such a wish. What happens when he transmigrates into a body whose little brother is always strong and prepared?He's going to create a harem and indulge himself, right?Sadly, it's not like on earth where every girl admires him. It's a world haunted by darkness and hunger, cruelty and self-centeredness. A world where he is a disgrace to his family. Monsters, among which there are the Venomous Beauties, roam its corners. He is too weak to even play drums, let alone hunt those monsters to win hearts of girls.Thankfully,[Hello! I'm the Goddess of Beauty! Nice to meet you!]#No yuri#No NTR#Spicy

Asher, after trillions of years of cultivation from an ordinary human in a small world, he managed to transcend universes with countless galaxies, then transcended the Great Universe with countless universes and then reached the peak in the Infinite Void, becoming one of the most feared experts.How was his life as a peak cultivator often the end of a story?Follow his journey as he explores the Infinite Void and helps countless geniuses in the Great Universes.***(Everything written in this novel is fiction!)

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.