Aetheral Space - Chapter 426:13.84: Dusk

Jian Chen, the publicly recognized number one expert of the Jianghu. His skill with the sword went beyond perfection and was undefeatable in battle, After a battle with the exceptional expert Dugu Qiubai who had gone missing over a hundred years ago, Jian Chen succumbed to his injuries and died.

After death, Jian Chen’s spirit was transmigrated into a completely foreign world. Following an extremely fast growth, his enemies piled up one after another before becoming gravely injured once more.

On the gates of death, his spirit had mutated, and from that moment henceforth, he would tread on a completely different path of the art of the sword to become the sword god of his generation.

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When he woke up, Ji Que traveled to a dangerous world where fairy mountains collapsed and temples were abandoned.

Fortunately, he has a supernatural ability, which allows him to save his understanding and use it like banknotes.

The more understanding you accumulate, the more miraculous you can realize.

Comprehend “swimming”, you can swim as fast as a fish in the water, and you can swim up and fly on the ground.

After comprehending “The Analects of Confucius”, the knowledge will be integrated, and the muscle strength will increase exponentially.

After comprehending “The Book of Benevolence”, I have learned one more combat technique of “dividing people into two”!

After comprehending “Yi Xue”, I accidentally mastered a skill of “smashing the head into the body cavity”!

Comprehend “Xiaoyaoyou”, “Mozi”, “Taoist Tibetan”…

Afterwards, Ji Que started holding back his big move, wanting to see what effect it would have if his comprehension reached its limit.

Until one day, he couldn’t bear it any longer, and he kept wishing for a certain stir-fried dish that he had always wanted, so he used all his understanding on “stir-frying and tossing spoons”.

Later, there were rumors in the rivers and lakes that not long after a terrifying plague god came to the world, he was thrown to death by a passing cook…

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A suffering MC novel—the main character must be forced to suffer, be oppressed until they’re hovering between life and death, dying and living here and there. They can have a golden finger, but before getting it they must pay the price. They can also have beautiful women, but all are snake and scorpion beauties, able to look at but not eat.

Life is simply too short to have fun.

Yan An agreed with this saying and decided to seek some sort of fun during her lonely trip.

And now, in the present, inside the cramped airplane cabin, the skydiving instructor is sitting next to her.

With an upright face and long and toned legs, the instructor overall has a striking and abstinent impression.

Indeed it is an abundantly beautiful spring; spring is now in the human world.

“Hey, handsome, my life is now in your hands now, so why don’t you give me your phone number, huh?”

*

As the first ray of sunlight penetrates the receding darkness of the night, Shan Yi slowly gets up, his rugged and sensual figure laid bare for all to see.

But room is so dead and quiet as if there hasn’t been any trace of any living person.

Then the phone under the pillow vibrates: I have a sudden emergency, I’m returning to China first, thank you for your hospitality, and see you in the rivers and lakes soon! Bye-bye, Handsome.

Shan Yi silently smiled at the message; the morning rays of the sun didn’t bring any warmth.

*

In Beitong Airlines, a new batch of trainee pilots has been recently dispatched.

Yan An, who was assigned to follow the new captain of the aircraft, heard that he is one of the most competent and punctual captains in the entire civil aviation industry.

And around that time, she heard the clacking sound of leather shoes approaching the door, Yan An decided sneakily stretched her neck to take a quick look, where she was left utterly dumbfounded.

The man is in a crisp and pristine uniform. He has broad shoulders, narrow waist, and tall, upright body, that is seemingly bursting with testosterone.

The gaze of the two collided, and with his black eyes so piercing and deep, Shan Yi raised his thin lips into a smile yet not like a smile, he gently pressed a hundred-euro bill onto the table, and calmly stated,

“Returning it to its rightful owner.”

The man declared in a cold-clipped tone: “My worth, when compared to this amount of money, is far from close.”

Yan Dog: F*ck, you have lost your future by being wild like this!

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