MTL - As An Immortal, I Had To Pretend To Be A Vampire - Chapter 660 Below disasters, all are ants

The strong are always lonely, only by defeating loneliness can one become invincible in the world!Huang Xiaolong, a Direct Disciple of the Shaolin family on Earth, inexplicably crossed over to the Martial Soul World carrying the supreme Martial Arts secret text, “Yijinjing”.In the Martial Soul World, one can only cultivate Fighting Energy and become a warrior if they possess a Martial Soul. However, Huang Xiaolong, who originally had a super heaven-defying Mutant Martial Soul, was mistaken by his family for an ordinary Mutant Martial Soul during the awakening of his Martial Soul.But Huang Xiaolong, who possessed an “ordinary” Mutant Martial Soul, time and again revealed his astonishing talent, time and again defeated so-called supreme geniuses, and time and again shocked his family and the entire Martial Soul World!

It wasn’t even malicious criticism.I just gave feedback in the tone I was asked to.So why the hell did I, the writer who just wanted to help a junior, possess this body of the prospective groom… a villain, who died in the hands of the heroine on their wedding night?

Tired of the intrigue in the big city and the face of the boss, tired of working overtime every day and earning thousands of dollars, Zhou An returned from the big city to the small fishing village where he was raised, and lived a leisurely life!

Plant vegetables, grow flowers, and thousands of acres of fruit trees!

Walk the dog, feed the cows, the ranch is thousands of miles away!

Deep sea seafood, shallow sea fish, fishermen catch!

Cultivating mountain streams, grazing cattle and sheep, and fragrant fruit trees!

In the bright spring, the teenagers wandered freely, and Zhou Ande was surrounded by mountains and rivers, and lived a leisurely life!

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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.