Making a harem after transmigrating - Chapter 92: Training with Anna

A game strategy blogger transmigrates into a cultivation world.Although reality differs from a video game, Fang Yun relies on his deep understanding of gaming systems to logically formulate his own progression guides, beginning his step-by-step growth.Drawing a new Talent every month and infinitely upgrading them using earned Talent Points… While other cultivators are stuck at bottlenecks, Fang Yun, despite possessing a “trash” spirit root, has long since secretly left them all in the dust.Many years later, when villains launch a massive invasion against his sect…“Wait, aren’t you just an ordinary Alchemy Cultivator? Why is your swordsmanship so masterful?!”Fang Yun: “I’m no Sword Cultivator. I’m just a tiny hundred million times stronger, that’s all.”

Luo Jing traveled through, and traveled to the outer door of the Demonic Soul Refining Sect, and became a miscellaneous fish disciple.

There is a powerful senior sister in the door, who has been pestering him. Just when Luo Jing was thinking about whether to “be sensible” and practiced at night, he found that his girlfriend had also crossed over with him, and the two could meet in a dream.

The girlfriend actually traveled to the Immortal Gate of the Right Way and became the direct disciple of the elder of the Immortal Sect.

Shen Qingxuan: Can you stay away from those demon girls?

Luo Jing: I’ve tried my best to stay away from them! It was they who wanted to make me a stove, and I didn’t want to!

This book is also known as “My Husband with a Demon-sucking Female Physique”, “In order to keep my boyfriend, I must practice hard”, “My fairy world can’t be a long-distance relationship”

- Description from novelbuddy

He fell, but he did not die.At least, not in the way he expected.The world he hated spat him out into another, a place where the sky bleeds, where gods are fractured, and where names weigh heavier than lives.Here, he is someone else.Someone cursed.Someone forgotten.Yet in the ruins of memory and the echo of laughter that was never his, a strange truth coils:that death is not an ending,but a beginning far crueler.A book without pages.A family without love.A body that doesn’t belong to him,and a voice in the dark that whispers of eternity.

(R18) “I heard that the dragons are lustful beasts.”‎‎. . .‎