MTL - Happy Little Mayor - Chapter 102 .Anchovy rice

Transmigrated to the Cultivation World.

Initially, I thought I would have to fight those fierce cultivators to the death, struggling for the slim chance of obtaining immortality.

Unexpectedly, I came equipped with an endless-lifespan panel.

What should I do now that I've suddenly become ageless?

“Countless living beings fight each other to the death in order to become immortal.”

“That's because their lifespans are limited, if they don't fight, they'll die!”

“But I'm different.”

“If I go and fight, that's when I'll really die.”

“As long as I can endure and slowly cultivate, one day I'll become an immortal.”

This is a story of an everlasting being who endures his way to immortality in the Cultivation World.

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All the experts were defeated, I want both beauty and wealth! The Dragon King returns to the city, bringing an end to peace! This is the legendary tale of a cultivation fiend.

Outside the planet, there is a dead and boundless darkness.

Unknown planets are connected, woven into shelters of life, and countless cosmic races explore, develop, multiply, and fight against the empty darkness.

The little nameless clan can gain power for hundreds of years, and the powerful clan of billions of years can disappear in an instant.

Cultivation and inheritance, Tianjiao contends for glory, and heroes rise.

The human race started strong and went to the end.

No. 5 Broken Star, 732 Island Town, Wang Yu started his cultivation.

A few years later, the human race has bloomed in every corner of the world.

Countless human race arrogance looked up at the only human race god emperor.

“God Emperor Wang Yu, how can I cultivate to follow in your footsteps?”

The god emperor looked back and was slightly surprised. “Cultivation is not just repetition over and over again. It will become natural after you have fully practiced. All of you are more talented and savvy than me. I believe I don’t need to say more about it.”

The arrogance of the human race looked at the figure of the god emperor floating away, and remained silent.

“Proficient, what is that…”

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The summer I was 17. A painting I created was sold. For 1.4 billion won.