MTL - On the Wedding Night, Ms. Cui Realized - Chapter 51 past events

One of the Conferred Martial Emperors, Gu Feiyang, passed away in the Tiandang Mountains and was reincarnated 15 years later as Li Yunxiao of the State of Tianshui, embarking on a heaven-defying journey against the innumerable geniuses of the time.

The nine levels of the Martial Art; the Divine Realms of the ten quarters. From then on, the whole world fell into chaos!

Betrayed and left for dead, Richard Blackwood—formerly known as the world renowned hero Astralis—awakens a decade later to find the world has moved on, and an imposter now wears his mantle. Disguised as a rookie in the Mage Guild, he quietly hunts for answers.'If my little sister is levelled above me, then what about everyone else? How much stronger have the bastards who betrayed me grown while I was dead?'Richard must grow stronger once again, and rise much higher than the S-Rank.'What the fuck? I almost die, and I get a power up?'Not harem.

Weird World revival, strange stories unfold. The “Unspeakable” has come to the real world, and those chosen will enter the weird world to represent their respective countries and challenge the Unspeakable.Now, Gu Yi has been selected by the weird world to represent the Dragon Country and challenge the first dungeon world, the Chongshan Hospital, where the death rate is 99%.[Patient Handbook]1. Take medicine on time three times a day.2. Please keep the ward clean at all times.3. People wearing bird beak masks are doctors or nurses, please follow their advice carefully.4. If you see blood dripping from the ceiling in the hallway, do not panic, as this is normal.5. If you notice any equipment damage, please contact someone wearing an elephant mask for repairs immediately.6. There are always two people in the ICU, please keep this in mind.On the back of the page was written in blood: “Do not take any medication given to you. They are a group of demons who will lead you into the abyss.”

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”