Millennial Mage - Chapter 442: Unknown Quantity

Ye Lingchen flips through the “Book of Mathematics”, then solves the world’s ten most difficult problems.

Ye Lingchen flips through the “Book of Language and Literature”, then creates the world’s ten most famous books.

Ye Lingchen flips through “The Art of Acting”, then becomes the king of the silver screen.

Ye Lingchen flips through “Military Boxing”, then becomes invincible.

Ye Lingchen flips through the “Book of Changes”, damn, he ascended to immortality…

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An F-Class Hunter.

And on top of that, a F-class older brother who can’t even begin to catch up to the heels of his amazing S-class little brother.

After living a life that fell to pieces and even destroying my little brother’s life,I got another chance by regressing 5 years back. I picked up the resolution:
This time, instead of making those mistakes, I will quietly live my life leisurely .

Is what I thought… but the S-Ranks are all kind of… weird and for some reason I can’t seem to be able to get away at all?

The Laughing Demon, Zǔ Zhòu, who had plunged the Nine Heavens into despair, met his demise by defying the Laws of the Dao. However, fate intervened. Transmigrated into a new body millions of years later, with his forbidden bloodline still bound to his soul, he seeks to live this new life as he did before, stopping at nothing, even if it means destroying the Heavenly Dao itself!

The boundless universe is full of many wonders.

I, Chen Ping, only have one sword!

I can move mountains, overturn the seas upside down, suppress demons, slap the face of gods, pluck the stars, break rivers, destroy cities, and… open the heavenly abode!

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The Midland world was full of wonders.

In the center of the world, there was a scholar who had once used a sword to slash out a waterfall of the Milky Way. This was the person he was the most proud of.

At the edge of East Sea’s cliffs, there was a nameless Daoist who was unwilling to ascend to the peak of a mountain. He only wished for a cool breeze to brush against his face.

In the Western Pure Land, there was an old monk who liked to treat people to chicken soup and tell stories.

In the southern border of the Wilderness, there was a blind painter who controlled golden-armored puppets that were as tall as mountains to move the hundred thousand mountains, creating an embroidered picture.

A impoverished youth who grew up in the north. One day, he saw tens of thousands of Sword Kinesis Immortals above him, like a swarm of locusts crossing the border.

He wanted to see for himself the scholar that the storyteller had mentioned, the surging tides of the East Sea, the vast swamps of sand in the west, and the majestic mountains of the Southern Wasteland.

Thus, one day, the youth picked up the wooden sword and began to descend south.

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