Douluo: Danheng just want to avoid trouble, Gu Yuena Pursues. - Chapter 171: The Suggestions from the Rakshasa God to Bibi Dong!

After forming a blood pact with the Saint and Demon ladies, the good-for-nothing young boy obtained the Yin-Yang divine veins, learned the art of alchemy and martial arts, and dominated the world.The young Shen Xiang had a romantic encounter with a goddess and a witch, and obtained their supreme inheritance, acquired a divine vein that defied the heavens, learned peerless magical skills, and mastered superb alchemy techniques, which made him very successful on the road of martial arts... When he was hungry, he would refine some pills as snacks, when he was lonely, he would flirt with the high and mighty goddess, when he was bored, he would play with those martial arts masters who came to ask for pills, and when he was tired, he would let the delicate wives around him give him massages...

Ling Yihan arrived in the Wuxia world of “Heavenly Sword,” where he mastered the Nine Suns Divine Art, seized six Holy Fire Orders, and obtained the Imperial Jade Seal.Through system tasks, he acquired the Bridal Garment Divine Skill, Bright Jade Skill, Spirit Link Finger, and many other extraordinary techniques…Ji Xiaofu: “Your fingers… they can actually hold my sword…”Dai Qisi: “How is it that his martial arts are so similar to our Persian techniques…”Yin Susu: “My mosquito whiskers are useless against him…”Fan Yao: “His moves are even more bizarre than mine…”Qingyi Bat King: “My speed can’t match his…”Xuanming Elders: “Even the combined power of our Xuanming Divine Palm can’t withstand his Nine Suns Divine Art…”Zhang Sanfeng: “Ling, my friend, your Move the Flower and Connect the Jade technique is just as powerful as my Tai Chi fist…”Feilu.com reminds you: This novel and its characters are purely fictional. Any resemblance to actual events or persons is purely coincidental. Please do not imitate.

Hey, my luck is pretty good… I have transmigrated into the body of a rich young master!

What’s this? A brat who told him not to look down on others… WHAT?! Did you say that he’s someone of discipline and determination? Why does that sound so familiar?

What’s that? A cripple who came from a fallen clan whose fiancee just broke off the engagement?! Wait a f*cking minute…

Huh?! I’m responsible for his broken engagement? His supposed fiancee seems to be looking at me with a…

Am I the villain of this story?! No, no, no. This won’t do. I’ll suppress them all before they get the chance to mature. I’m not going to commit the same mistakes as those losers in the novels I read in the past!

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Big news! Big news!

The people of Qingzhou spread the word to each other.

After 200 years of not having any daughters, the Jiang family of Xijin Ferry has finally given birth to a baby girl.

Legend has it that this baby girl was born with great good fortune.

On the day she was born, the long drought-stricken land was blessed with sweet rain.

A few days after she was born, when her elders went up the mountain to hunt, they found a huge spiritual mushroom, resolving the family’s urgent need.

Half a year after she was born, her father topped the imperial exam and was appointed as the top scholar, bringing glory to their ancestors. After becoming an official, under the blessings of little darling, he successively grew new high-yield grain varieties that yielded thousands of catties per mu, shocking the world. It was smooth sailing all the way as he rose through the ranks.

The noble lords looked at Jiang Yuqing subtly gaining favor from the Emperor on behalf of his father, and then at their own daughters who only knew how to fight for attention and be jealous. Tears of envy flowed from the corners of their mouths.

Jiang’s father weakly raised his hand: I swear I didn’t teach her that, do you believe me?

The lords: Tsk…

Seeing the little girl become more and more outstanding, drawing a frenzied swarm of admirers, a certain prince was finally enraged, his sword sweeping across and leaving blood flowing like a river: A flower raised by me, how dare you!