MTL - Super Urban Master - v12 Chapter 126 choose

On the Yuan Continent, fantastic beasts and powerful cultivators exist. Their immense power is capable of shattering mountains and emptying oceans.

On this continent lives John Fenix, an unfortunate youth who is unable to cultivate and wield such immense power. He could only powerlessly look up to others and watch as they soared to heights unseen.

After a fortuitous encounter with a mysterious object, John finds himself able to cultivate. Determined to never feel powerless again, he sets out on a cultivation path filled with danger and excitement. Utilizing powerful cultivation arts found within the mysterious object, John sets out to write his own legend and ascend above all as the Immortal Asura.

Vincent van Gogh, the painter who refused to be an accessory Of power and painted with his soul at the tip of a brush, was not understood by anyone and had to die like a madman, and he woke up in 21st century Korea.

Like a wheat field melted with gold, like a sunflower that swallowed the sun, a dazzling painter once again takes the brush.

Gu Yunjiao, the eldest young lady of a medical family, was reborn with a pharmacy and became a village girl who failed in Chongxi.

Her father is missing, her mother is a crybaby, her in-laws are the star of her death, and there is a mischievous femininity next to her.

Not having a good day.

Fortunately, her mother-in-law is sturdy, her younger siblings are strong, and her family is very supportive of her.

Her mother-in-law made an agreement with her to observe the festival for three years, and then set her free.

Three years later, she is already a well-known god of medicine, and she is very rich.

She packed up and prepared to go to freedom. The big one cried and the little one screamed. A certain handsome man hugged her and said, “Don’t go! You look at people’s bodies, and you have to be responsible to them.”

Gu Yunjiao snapped her fingers: “When I was treating my illness, I saw men ranging from 100 to 80.”

Someone gagged her, “They’re all sick, only I’m a man.”

Later, there was a legend in the capital that the young and handsome Lord Shoufu was afraid when he heard that.

Who are you asking about? Isn’t it just a three-year-old dumpling in the family of Lord Shoufu?

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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…