MTL - Shock! The Real Daughter Made the Transmigrator Girl Cry - Chapter 143 all wrong

In the Jiuxiao Continent, martial arts is respected. The weak are like ants living in the ruins of dark alleys, while the strong are like dragons roaring and gathering at the top of the clouds. The laws of this place use blood as ink and bones as inkstones. A three-foot-long sword can split the sun and the moon, and a murderous thought can stir up a bloody wind. There was once a drunk madman who trampled eighteen royal cities to pieces. Wherever the sword pointed, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were dyed red. There was also a saint who lowered his eyes to calm the nine thunder tribulations, and with a flick of his sleeves, a golden lotus suddenly appeared in the abyss.

Ye Cheng transmigrated to Douluo Dalu where martial spirits reign supreme. Unfortunately, the martial spirit he awakened was a useless martial spirit, without even soul power. He could only be an ordinary person for the rest of his life.One day, his family was wiped out by their enemies. Ye Cheng was forced to run away while his clan gets slaughtered. He then lived for 20 years, unable to achieved anything with his useless martial spirit.Fortunately, at this time, he had awakened his cheat; He only needed to make up a persona for himself, and he could turn the power of the persona into his own. He made up a persona with twin martial spirits. When everyone believed that he had twin martial spirits, he had twin martial spirits. He made up a persona that would become a god in the future. If everyone believed that he was a god, then he would become a god!

Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife. The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them. Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties. The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine. Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles. The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era. The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.