MTL - The Apocalypse’s Great Merchant - Chapter 122 Fang Xiaoyu

Jiang Chengxuan accidentally traveled to the world of cultivating immortals, and accidentally obtained the inheritance of cultivating immortals.

However, the aptitude is really low, and he has been practicing hard for a hundred years, but he still cannot be promoted to the foundation building state.

Just when he was disheartened and silently came to a mortal city, ready to end his life here, Goldfinger finally arrived belatedly.

It is detected that the host has achieved the achievement of cultivating immortals for a hundred years, and I hereby reward one longevity fruit, which can increase one’s lifespan by serving it.

The next achievement task is now posted.

Ask the host to clear the level a hundred times. After completing it, you can achieve the achievement of breaking through the level one hundred times, and you can get one chance to successfully clear the level.

Ding!

Ask the host to complete a hundred times of spell practice, and if you achieve it, you can get a jade talisman for the inheritance of the perfect spell.

Ask the host to complete a hundred times of exercise achievements, which can improve the root bone.

Ask the host to complete the achievement of making talismans a hundred times…

Ask the host to complete a hundred enlightenment achievements…

Ask the host to complete a hundred alchemy achievements…

Ask the host to complete a hundred poisoning achievements…

Please host…

Unknowingly, when Jiang Chengxuan heard the prompt from the system again, he was told that there is no achievement worthy of you to complete, because your existence itself is already an achievement that can never be surpassed.

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After looking at a handsome man’s picture, he has transmigrated into another world. Rong Yi looked up at the sky, speechless. How unlucky could he be to have transmigrated into a loser + sissy’s body…

What’s worse, the original master of this body has been married to a man! And the worst thing is…

Rong Yi takes a deep breath and lowers his head to look at his chest! Flat! Check! Then he pulls open his pants and luckily see his ‘brother’ is still there, feeling much relieved…

He said to the little cute kid, “What did you say? Say it again.”

…

Suddenly being thrown into the world of the novel and possessing a pretty much fucked up character made him have no choice but to continue his life as a new identity.

And just like any sane person that transmigrated into a book, of course, he would destroy every red flag that stood in his way.

Yet, unbeknownst to him, every single thing he did was just wrecking the storyline more and even more; to the point that the plot had become utterly screwed, thanks to him.

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