Master, This Poor Disciple Died Again Today - Chapter 709: Leaving the Village

She is the slow-witted idiot of the Prime Minister’s Residence. Everyone bullies her. He is the most respected and unfeeling Prince, with frightening ability and absolute envy! Together, they are conferred an imperial edict of marriage.

Tigers beget tigers, and lions beget lions. But not in this case.Mao Jin, the only son of the Dust Valley Sect Master, became the laughingstock of the sect due to his trashy talent.At eighteen, he was still stuck in the Mortal Rank-1 realm, with no hope of breaking through to the next stage.Even his parents had given up on him as a cultivator, wishing only for him to live a mortal life.However, everything changed when Mao Jin earned his first income. That was when he realized—what he truly needed wasn’t talent, but money.With money comes unparalleled talents.From a nobody to a visionary, watch as Mao Jin transforms the Dust Valley Sect into a thriving business hub while rising to power!

On the day known as the Great Awakening, the barrier separating mortals, spirits, and gods shattered without warning. Divine influence poured into the world like rain and the world was forever changed.Aren Cross stood at the very top of that new world, one of the strongest Mystics to ever live.For that strength, he was betrayed. In his final moments, Aren attempted to evolve once more, to abandon humanity and ascend as a god. He failed.But, instead of death, Aren awakens in his high school classroom, moments before his first bloodline awakening ceremony.This time, with knowledge of the future, he will choose the strongest Evolutions.Water and Fire are opposing elements? Why not pick both?Wings or Burrowing Traits? Let me take them all.

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…