You Cultivate, I Farm - Chapter 951: The Whereabouts of the Spirit Beast

When the forgotten past and the mysterious future collide, its up to those stuck in the middle to put a stop to it.Join Stanford “SK” Kirby, a mild-mannered deliveryman and amateur comic book writer, as he fights both the monsters of humanity's past sins and the machinations of their future mistakes.But how is someone this unqualified supposed to do something like that?Why, by creating superheroes, of course!“I have no fear, Operator! For I am here to save the day!”“And I just created a literal knight in shining armor. Alright, let's do this thing. AIM FOR THE DRAGON!”“The mechanical one or the anatomically correct one?”“YES!”

Young Master He had always been a male god in the eyes of others.

WARNING! MATURE CONTENT!

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How do you celebrate Valentine’s Day?

Maybe you will answer that you are going to confess your feelings to someone while saying: “Be my valentine?”

It was a common thing, but Bai Chen had another idea for celebrating Valentine’s Day. He already had a girlfriend who was beautiful, intelligent, and kind, but on Valentine’s Day, he wanted to make his girlfriend his valentine in a different way.

Having lived for more than two decades but still a virgin, Bai Chen wanted to end his virginity today as a way to make his girlfriend his valentine.

He was very enthusiastic about it, but who would have thought that his heart wasn’t strong enough to stand his enthusiasm until he finally got a heart attack when he was only one step away from making his girlfriend his valentine?

And what was even worse, not only did Bai Chen fail to make his girlfriend his valentine, but he was also transmigrated to a world completely different from his world.

He transmigrated into another world and became a Werewolf Prince, and as if that wasn’t bad enough, he became a gay Werewolf Prince.

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“How can I be gay? I’m as straight as a metal pipe, and I will only break but never bend!”

“Are you sure about that? But metals are ductile and malleable, and they can be shaped, bent, or manipulated without breaking.”

Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife. The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them. Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties. The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine. Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles. The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era. The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.