MTL - How Can the Saintess Be a Boy!? - v2 Chapter 37 It ’s just a sunscreen lotion [Part1 / 2]

After being reincarnated as the youngest son of Emperor Wu of Zhou, Zhao Yao was not favored much. In order to survive the bloody power struggle for the throne, he had to bide his time. Finally, he grew up and was granted a title of nobility, only to be exiled to the distant region of Lingnan by his dear father.It was said that Lingnan was incredibly poor, but Zhao Yao was not afraid. He focused on infrastructure and production. Under Zhao Yao's management, Lingnan transformed from a place of exile into a prosperous land.Just when Zhao Yao was happily living his carefree life in Lingnan, the ministers traveled a thousand miles to beg him to ascend the throne.Zhao Yao was baffled. Had these ministers lost their minds?

Everyone dreams of gaining magical powers at some point in their lives, be it flying through the air or throwing fireballs from their hands. When the time finally comes, and mana arrives on Earth, it's not all its cracked up to be.Transported into a tutorial with his family, Christopher has to fight to survive while trying to keep his family alive. After three grueling months inside a tutorial where tragedy and death seem to follow him around, Chris struggles for power and the chance for revenge.When the survivors return to a changed Earth, conflicts arise. Various players vie for power and to expand their influence, while Chris tries to carve out a place for himself and the rest of his family free from any more conflict.Others aren't so keen on sharing what they think should be theirs.~~~Current Release Schedule is one chapter every weekday (5 days a week) at 4 PM EST.Inspired by the amazing stories of Primal Hunter, Path of Ascension, Unchosen Champion, and Path of Dragons.

The most successful businessman of his time, who started from being a homeless orphan, died indignantly because of being plotted against by his most trusted aid, his own brother.

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.