Submitting to My Best Friend's Dad - Chapter 960 : Nothing Between Us

Lane Allen, an A-rank Guide, got injured on an emergency mission suppressing a dungeon break, and perished in his almost-lover’s arms.As the remaining members of his team continued to fight for their lives, in a fancy apartment in a distant part of the city, a young man opened his eyes.“Phew… That hurt like hell…”“It’s a bit of a shame to switch so soon… But I guess it is what it is.”“Anyway, who should I become next?”Actually, Lane Allen was not a Guide, but rather an Esper with a mysterious Plunder ability! It allowed him to possess other people’s bodies, and steal their awakened abilities. Keeping his real body safe, Lane could enjoy life to the fullest, constantly swapping identities, and doing whatever he wanted without ever worrying about the consequences! How great was that?Except…Damien Lennox grabbed Lane’s arm, and pressed him against the wall, his clear green eyes staring down at Lane intently, as if he could see right through him. “There’s no one else whose guidance feels so harsh and chaotic, yet pleasing at the same time.”It seems that Damien was somehow able to recognize Lane even after switching identities, and is unwilling to let him go?

Transmigrating to the Cultivation World, Chu Ning, who was born with mediocre talent as a mortal, could only start as the most laborious and exhausting Servant Disciple.When Cultivating the most basic Nine Tigers Body Refining Art, he unexpectedly refreshed the talent [Yin Wood Spirit Body]:1. Greatly increases the cultivation speed of Wood Attribute Cultivation Technique and Spells;2. The cultivated Wood Attribute Cultivation Technique can shield from prying, freely revealing the strength of Magical Power.Seeing this talent, Chu Ning decisively chose to become a Servant Disciple cultivating Spirit Plants, preparing to develop steadily and survive until immortality.However, he discovered that his talent was still refreshing.

Catching arrows, running up walls, crushing boulders and bending metal, these are but petty parlour tricks in the eyes of martial artists. But where can a genuine martial artist stand in an era where martial artists are nothing more than a myth?

In the year 1368, at the end of July, deep crimson shall descend from the heavens.

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