Forty Millenniums of Cultivation - Chapter 132: Mass-Production Storm

She had conquered all the mysteries of psychology.

She had won all the major psychology awards.

She was the most expensive psychologist in the industry, charging by the second.

She was the universally acknowledged queen of psychology.

She was reborn.

She stood at a crossroads when she was 18, aspiring to become the villainous boss or to make money by curing illnesses.

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in 1989.

Japan’s economic bubble is about to burst.

His adoptive father died in a car accident, and in front of him was a billionaire fortune and Yakuza death threats.

Get away from the family name and escape, or stay to protect this family that has no blood and no emotional ties?

hateful!

As a peerless raptor, how can I not take my due responsibilities.

Don’t worry, adoptive father, I will take good care of my adoptive mother and Qianxue. Anyone who dares to hurt them, please hack me to death first…

Fiancee: “Baka! Very much! Sinai!”

Ikeda Sakurako: “Kuzu, what about Nishi!”

Yasuko Sawaguchi: “How can you repair, ki mo chi wa ru, si ne!”

Sen Gao Qianli: “…”

(This is an urban daily life business article, taking you through the ebb and flow of Japan’s economy in the bubble era. This book has no system. If you like it, please support it a lot.)

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The challenges a female cultivator had to overcome on her life journey were countless.

In the wake of the first wave of shadow creatures, the world was plunged into ruin, a desolate yet enchanted wasteland. Humanity, driven underground, clung to survival while desperately plotting to reclaim their shattered world.But from the abyss of darkness, something miraculous stirred—a mysterious tree, shimmering with ancient power, appeared overnight. It chose only the strongest of heart, those with unbreakable will, gifting them extraordinary abilities. With these powers, humanity rose from the depths, waging war against the shadows.Yet beneath the surface of their heroic deeds lay a hidden rot. Corruption seeped into their ranks, and arrogance clouded their judgment. As their powers grew, so did the whispers of betrayal. The true battle may not be against the creatures lurking in the shadows—but against the darkness festering within their own hearts.A question lingers: When heroes fall, who will rise to take their place?