Super Spender - Chapter 50 - : Chapter 50: Recruitment Begins!

Lin Luoran is a 27-year-old girl from a rural family. She doesn’t have a college degree, let alone any money.

After cheated by her boyfriend, Lin Luoran accidently finds a mysterious space in her heirloom. At first, she only tries to use the magical spring water in that space to grow medicines like ginseng to help out her family. However, Lin Luoran never thought that she would become the last female cultivator in the world.

The family of cultivators have not been seen on earth for thousands of years. Lin Luoran strives to cultivate herself in the metropolis, to complete her first-ever journey to immortality.

As for love… What will happen to Lin Luoran, a girl that is so different? Let’s open the book and find out.

- Description from Novelupdates

As the youngest in the sect, Xie Chi, who has the best talent but only physical superhumanity, went down the mountain with a heavy responsibility.
The second week after going down the mountain, the brothers and sisters at home received urgent help from the younger sister: Brother and sister, the female ghost I raised has eaten several evil ghosts today. Will she have a stomach upset?
Brothers: ? ? ? Junior Sister! Say it again, what are you raising?
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Author’s Note:
①: Xie Chi x Lin Xia, Natural Black x Natural Stay
②: Spiritual direction, including live broadcast, sweet text, not scary, really
③: Welcome to catch insects but refuse to be strong, the pits are guaranteed, welcome to collect ducks
Also known as “Ji you are too beautiful” (not really)

Content tags: Spiritual Gods and monsters Sweet text Live broadcast Metaphysics
Search keywords: Protagonists: Xie Chi, Lin Xia ┃ Supporting roles: Pre-received text “The Queen is a Cat” ┃ Others:

- Description from novelbuddy

After accidentally falling, she actually finds herself bound to a Second Female Lead Counter Attacking System!

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.