Tycoon mommy and president daddy - Chapter 95

When Fang Yuan was transmigrated into a world where Gu Breeder was the main profession, he found that he was not gifted.

Not only that, the Gu in his body could cultivate on their own.

[Your Iron Skin Gu has trained profoundly and has achieved the Gold-grade!]

[Your Bloodthirsty Gu has begun to multiply itself into a swarm of Bloodthirsty Gus!]

[Your Sunlight Gu has been absorbing the power of the sun for years and has gathered the Truth Flame of the Sun!]

[Your Drunken Gu has evolved into a Soul-reaping Gu. Your control over it has risen by 100 folds!]

[Your Flying Sword Gu was hurt in battle. Amid its desperation, it has evolved into a Sword God Gu!]

“Heck, even Gu undergoes involution as well now?” Fang Yuan let out a sigh.

Everything Wang Hu ever wanted before he died was to build a family.

Luna Lethal, a name synonymous with fear and power, ruled both the underworld and the elite circles of society. Orphaned young, she rose through treachery to become a master of manipulation and skill. Yet, her reign ended in betrayal—a laboratory explosion claimed her life. To the world, her death was a tragedy; to her enemies, a cause for celebration. But Luna awakens in the body of Aurora Smith, a neglected and ridiculed child despised by her adoptive family. Stripped of her former strength but not her will, Luna faces a choice: seek revenge for Aurora’s mistreatment or forge a new path. As her sharp mind and unyielding spirit transform Aurora’s life, shadows of Luna’s past resurface. Loyal followers sense her presence, while old enemies seek to destroy her again. Torn between vengeance and a fresh start, Luna must confront her identity. Is she still the Devil of the underworld, or can she find peace in a second chance at life?

[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.