Primordial Soul's Rebirth - Chapter 8 - – Talk with Alice 1.

Her grandfather was the emperor’s respected teacher, with disciples all over the world.

Her mother was well-read in poetry since childhood and was the most talented woman in the previous dynasty.

Her father started from nothing and gained the emperor’s favor, rising to Minister of Personnel.

Li Mingwei was an unrivaled noblewoman in the capital city.

A mistaken marriage let her see through worldly affairs. She fled the hustle and bustle and returned to live in her countryside residence, choosing a different kind of life.

By the side of the blue stone road, that person had stood still for a long time. He held an umbrella and reached out a hand to her.

The past life Ji Anran: “Geng Yan, let’s get back together.”

Geng Yan, who was dumped: “I refuse. You have powers anyway, and you can live well without me.”

After rebirth, the weak chicken Ji Anran: “Geng Yan, let’s get back together.”

The dumped Geng Yan: “I refuse.”

Ji Anran, lying dead: “I have no power, you don’t care about me, just let me get cold1.”

Geng Yan: “… …” The unsuccessful Geng Yan can only take away the weak chicken, one cannot put sand on the wall2 Ji Anran.

Later… what about the ordinary person without the strength to truss a chicken?! Who’s the guy in the day?

- Description from Novelupdates

«Abbot Xinzi, by decree of the Celestial Grandmaster, hunt down the protagonists, snatch their women and destroy their destiny!»

In a world where demons walk among men and mystical beasts run amok, Xinzi, outer disciple of the White Immortal sect, must compete against his peerless senior brother to become the Sword Fairy’s dual cultivation partner. Failure isn’t an option.

But when the truth of his mysterious past resurfaces, and his identity clashes with the succeeding protagonists, will our monk hold on to the last embers of his humanity or sink…into utter depravity?

Follow Xinzi as he subdues the succeeding protagonists, corrupts their beauties, and bestows green hats on the path to attain Sainthood and establish a Paradise of Faith in Debauchery.

I always had a question...“If an author created the world with words, but it came alive in the reader's mind, who truly owned the story–the one who built it, or the one who believed in it?”Will I finally get the answer?...A world that wasn't supposed to exist.A life that held no meaning.Why was I here?Inside a novel, inside the body of someone I wasn't supposed to be in, and... A world that made me question my existence at every step I took.What was my destiny?