I Became the Male Lead's Stepmother After Transmigrating - Chapter 113 - Can You Put On Some Sunscreen?

Reborn into the body of a poor young boy in an unknown village in another world, Lu Qing felt quite helpless.Fortunately, he awakened an ability to see through the information of objects, which gave him a bit of capital to survive.He looked at a weed by the road.[Cow bone grass, average quality, medicinal, highly effective in treating bone injuries.]He looked at a red carp in the river.[Red moon carp, excellent quality, delicious meat, a top-grade nourishing food.]He looked at a wild rabbit in the mountains.[Gray rabbit, ordinary wild rabbit, edible.]...With his innate ability, Lu Qing gradually established himself in the village, able to survive.Just when he thought he would lead a peaceful life in this ancient world with low productivity,one day, he suddenly saw a figure sweeping across the sky...

In a world where reality shifts with every roll of the dice, a man daily partakes in an extraordinary game with the gods, his actions dictated by his decisions and the face of the dice. He takes great joy in this game until the tables turn, and he himself becomes a piece on the game board. Now, the dice are in his hands, and it’s his turn to shape his own destiny. It’s time for the Snowman to play his part.

Lingyun, a fierce and savage cultivation genius takes over a dead teenager’s body. Coincidentally, they are both named Lingyun. Set in a alternate version of the 21st century, teenager Lingyun has been killed by someone with a grudge.

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.