Isekai de Kojiin wo Hiraitakedo, Nazeka Darehitori Sudatou to Shinai Ken (WN) - Chapter 48: Let’s make potions! Part 1

Xu Feng transmigrated into the cultivation world with only one useless cheat.When he was born, the Golden Armored Spirit Turtle had just hatched, and according to the family tradition, it was bestowed upon him as his companion spiritual beast.Thinking that the Golden Armored Spirit Turtle had an extraordinary bloodline, he believed it would become a great companion in the future.However, to his surprise, it took twenty years for it to reach the Qi-Refining stage.So Xu Feng gave up all his expectations. He decided to keep nurturing it. If he failed, he could just pass it on to future generations.Unexpectedly...A colossal golden turtle, as vast as the entire world, lay across the shattered land.Looking at the devastated world, Xu Feng harshly tapped the head of the golden turtle.“Try to be more gentle next time!”

The world is governed by the Seven Legendary Heroes, their authority absolute and unchallenged even by their own descendants. They manipulate the world and its people according to their whims.Jonan, son of one of these legendary heroes, discovers his affinity with crystals and mastery over flames, yet lacks skill with weapons, which brings shame upon his family. As he delves deeper into the dark secrets connecting the heroes' power to the rifts and an ancient evil lurking, waiting for the right time, Jonan must move forward with unwavering determination.

Because my father was an Earl and my deceased mother had been a commoner, I was burdened with a narrow life as an illegitimate child. As a 16 year adult, I have decided to leave the aristocrat family registry and become a common citizen. I wonder if the knowledge I obtained as a member of nobility will help me in living as a commoner.

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.