Eight Treasures Trousseau - Chapter 46

Magic, eastern fantasy, cultivation, scientific technology…

After being expelled, the ace soldier Chen Feng returns to the city and inexplicably becomes the fiancé of a cold and aloof campus belle.His life as an extraordinary figure begins by stepping on arrogant second-generation heirs and embracing the goddess campus belle.

After successfully reaching the Core Formation Stage and forming his Golden Core, Bai Langtian was betrayed by his own Master. His core was ripped from his body, and he was thrown off a mountain cliff into a valley full of demonic beasts.Thankfully, he survived the fall, and met his senior sister, Shangguan Yue Ling.She too had been betrayed by the same Master and pushed into this valley ten years ago. Ever since, she had been surviving alone by eating the corrupted flesh of demonic beasts.Now, Yue Ling revealed to Langtian a new path of cultivation:Demonic Cultivation.To reclaim his strength and take revenge, he must consume the flesh and essence of ten thousand demonic beasts.

Collecting legendary antiques, retracing the mysterious martial arts. From the moment he activated his cheat, Casio knew that he was no longer ordinary.[Legendary Antiques: Wind Elephant Ivory Pendant]Seventy years ago, in the North Flow Country of the Hong Li Federation, at the Wind Elephant Gate Youth Training Camp.“Li Wei, you are a coward! On the day your sister was brutally murdered, you were trembling in a corner! On the night of the Sect Destruction War, you disgracefully fled! During the many long years of revenge, you missed the opportunity again and again!”“Now let me teach you what bravery is, let me tell you how to turn suffering into your power. I hope at the moment you behead your enemy, you will remember: you are a man, an upright man!”The taboo era, hidden legends. A Foggy continent paralyzed by the sealed land. Countless brilliant antiquities wail in the ruins.I will witness your lost legends in the mist, the knights in the sky, the ghosts in the desert, the rats in the mud. The direction of sword fights points to the light, and flowers will grow where bullets fall. The winds of history will eventually sweep away the rubbish from the era's gravesite.