Former Interstellar Mercenary In Urban Cultivation World - Chapter 13: Red Espiritual Net (Part 3)

Liu Shimei, who died suddenly in an experimental lab in the previous lifetime, was forced to get engaged to the second prince. Her fiance was mentally handicapped, obedient yet clingy, and gentle yet fierce at the same time. He wanted her care and affection every single day! When her stepmother and stepsister plotted against her, he punished them! When her father didn’t show her affection, he criticized him!

Although she was a retired doctor and a teacher to many, none of her concoctions worked on her fiance! One day, she caught her fiance pouring her concoction into the drain. Only then did it hit her. “You were acting all along!” She exclaimed.

How far had he taken advantage of her by using his Oscar-winning acting skills? Now that she’d seen through his act, the smile on his handsome face froze. “Honey, let me explain!”

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The tale of Oliver.
An orphan boy from a Mine, in 19th century Europe, filled with Magic.

“Sword Cultivators may die standing, but they shall never live on their knees!”Xie Xuanyi fell into the Northern Sea, yet, under the nourishment of the “Undying Spring,” he unexpectedly welcomed a second life.Chronic ailments had faded, and new flames reignited.A single ember can set the fields ablaze.Enchantresses, Sword Immortals, Buddhist disciples... A multitude of demons danced chaotically as a great tide approached, heralding another golden age!In his previous life, his body was frail; in this life, he would refine his body with golden vital energy, achieving indestructible, crystal-clear Vajra bones!If the three hundred flying swords of the past were all broken, then he would forge an entire Sword Qi Cave Heaven!“Talismans, formation patterns, Daoist techniques—I only know so much—”Xie Xuanyi sat alone within a great array, with his former long sword placed across his knees.“Who says the path realized by Sword Cultivators can only be the Sword Dao?”

My name is Charlemagne Theron, yes, that’s right, that’s the Theron you think of, and Ajan Lor’themar is my younger brother.

Don’t call me Daqiang, or I guarantee you will be beaten to three quarters to death. As a reliable time traveler, I will tell you responsibly, I…

“Charlemagne, what are you muttering, today is the day when my younger brother will inherit the position of Ranger General, you don’t want to be used by Cirvanas and Vereesa Hurry up when the arrow hits your nostril.”

“…Okay, my dear Alleria, here we go.”

When the two walked away holding hands, an imperceptible figure appeared on the spot.

“Brother, I wish you a happy Shura field.”

I am Charlemagne Theron, I have led the people to participate in the orc war, defeated the ancient gods and the second fool, I also fought against the Burning Legion, and I have made contributions to Azeroth , I bring salt for myself.

(PS: Don’t call me Daqiang, unless you want to grow an arrow from a certain key part behind you.)