MTL - The Hunter’s Lucky Little Lady - Chapter 778 Meng Yan's news

The Mad Cultivator follows the tale of Ye Kong, a rude and vulgar thug from modern day China. While collecting protection fees, he was sent to another world! By the time he realized what was going on, he was possessing the body of an idiot. Watch as Ye Kong struggles against fate to climb the road to immortality!

- Description from Novelupdates

After being unemployed for a long time, Feisha Shi finally found a new job – the front desk manager at the oldest hotel in the universe.

This hotel has a fallen angel, vampire, werewolf, faerie, dwarf, titan, invisible person… just no humans.

This hotel serves customers who are fallen angels, vampires, werewolves, faeries, dwarves, titans, invisible people… still no humans.

This hotel’s name?

Noah’s Ark.

- Description from Novelupdates

“Li Qingshan, as the eldest disciple of the Ascension Sect, the prince of the Dayan Dynasty, was actually bewildered and let go of the Demon Sect Heavenly Concubine, do you know the guilt?”

“I would like to give up my status as a big disciple, be imprisoned in Siguoya, and wipe the forest of steles.”

“Yes, but you must abolish your cultivation base, smash your roots, and you must not go out for the rest of your life!”

Since then, Li Qingshan has been living in seclusion, thinking about crossing the cliff, wiping the forest of monuments, and actually activated his full-level comprehension.

[You watch carefully, stimulate your full-level comprehension, and realize the Dahe sword qi]

[You watch carefully, stimulate full-level comprehension, and comprehend triple sword strike]

[You watch carefully, stimulate full-level comprehension, and comprehend Fantian Yin]

Eighty years later, the Immortal Dao Golden List came, ranking the masters in the world, and Li Qingshan directly occupied the first place.

The list’s evaluation of him – the god of the world!

- Description from novelbuddy

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.