MTL - Becoming A Dragon In A Martial Arts World - Chapter 290 The true identity of the **** corpse, the reappearance of the stellar claw

After his wife's affair and the discovery that his child belongs to another man, Li Feng is cast out into the rainy night.Since fate won't allow him to live an ordinary life, he resolves to live an extraordinary one.“How many roads must a man walk down, before they call him a man” --- < Blowing in The Wind > Bob Dylan

The two faced number one female spy transmigrates to a different world and becomes an outrageous idiot girl. When she woke up, what she had to face was consecutive blows of the decline of her family clan, her crippled martial skills, and her disfiguration. To protect her family, she must obtain the treasured book, obtain outstanding achievements, summon a dark beast army. Wait and see how in this unfamiliar, dark magical continent, she dies and becomes a demon then steps up to the top, making all of the formidable people in the world bow down to her in respect.

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After an unexpected accident, An Luo was reborn as the young master of a business family. Even as his grandfather’s favored grandson, he seems to only be a cannon fodder in the brothers’ struggle to seize power. However, the most frightening thing is… the strange emotions that flicker in his little brother’s eyes as he looks at him. At that moment, overwhelmed by his brother, An Luo angrily thought: Could it be that he is doomed to never escape this vicious cycle of “brotherly love”?

An Luo(frowning): After rebirth, I don’t want to be together with some strange person.

Someone(suddenly appearing in the back, smiling): What did older brother just say?

An Luo: …Nothing.

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(Immortal Cultivation+Meeting a Perfect Match+Shura Field+Invincible Flow+Upgrade Flow+Playing the Pig and Eating the Tiger)—What is cultivation? When I think back to the past, cultivation was, as a baby, kicking my legs over and over again—kicking on the bed, kicking on the ground, kicking every single day. Cultivation was, as I grew older, swinging my sword again and again—slashing here, cutting there. Cultivation became, as I matured, the repeated harmony of yin and yang—busy tonight, and busy again tomorrow night. … My name is Xu Ming. I have never cared about the stipends given to me by those sect masters, noble ladies, or princesses.I said to her, “Can you give me a room closer to yours? I need to report my work to you at any moment.” Even if I accomplish nothing every day, I just want to watch how she cultivates. I…