MTL - It’s Hard For a Good Wife and Mother - Chapter 89

A mysterious youth who came from a mysterious village, didn’t have the Heart of Tao. Nor did he have the Tao Spirituality nor an unblocked Tao Physique.

However, even in such a situation, he had his heart set on Tao and submitted himself to the Seeking-Tao Sect as a disciple and stepped on his way, an unusual and unique way to Tao cultivation!

- Description from Novelupdates

After waking up, she came to the world of mortals cultivating immortals, and was reborn as Li Feiyu with the same name and surname.

Facing the predicament of having little life essence left and not knowing whether he has spiritual roots, relying on the ability to attribute all data, he embarks on the immortal journey of longevity and long-sightedness!

I once killed the Six Paths of the Demon Sect in Tiannan.

He also intimidated the heroes of the Star Palace in the Chaotic Star Sea.

He once forged the name of killing gods in the human world, and once let all races sing his real name in the spiritual world!

In the fairy world, I am the way of heaven!

In this life, I personally promote the three worlds of celebrities, spirits, and immortals!

Killing and setting fire, Li Feiyu, is here!

This book is also known as: “Li Feiyu’s Attribute Cultivation Life” “Li Feiyu is my good brother Han Li, and I can’t even add money! “

- Description from novelbuddy

John, who had been framed and wrongly imprisoned, was finally released. His five-year jail time had fostered his hatred toward the son of the Waters Conglomerate, Niel. However, John, who had no connections, could not do anything about it. When he had almost lost all hope while accompanying his girlfriend who was in a vegetative state thanks to Niel, he suddenly realized that there was a search bar right before his eyes! This search bar was just like the search bar in Google Chrome!

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.