MTL - My Lord is A Stone - Chapter 4

[Fireworks in the world are the most soothing to the hearts of mortals!]

“There is no temple at the age of eighty-two,”

“Sixty-nine years of worry.”

“The world is hard,”

“Long life is not easy.”

“Yin and Yang are reversed in a dream, and in the next life… I beg!”

【Name】: Lu Chen

[Identity]: Master of Changchun Temple

【Repair】: None

[Cultivation method]: Immortal Changchun Kung Fu (can be upgraded!) +

[Spell]: Control swordsmanship (upgrade conditions can be expanded!)

“Expand!”

“upgrade!”

……………………………..

PS: Upgrade, relax, cultivate immortals, demons, ghosts…

- Description from novelbuddy

Ye Qinghan, young master of the powerful Ye Family, gets ostracized when his peerless father meets an unfortunate end. Lacking strength and in a bid to live a Purposeful life, he suffers through the unending ridicule, bullying and torture dealt to him at each turn. However fate is a cruel mistress and offers only pain and misery with no end in sight. Broken, weak and distraught, Ye Qinghan embarks on a journey to usurp the hands of fate and attain strength to protect his own.

Ling Xiao was a powerful martial expert who fell in battle and was unexpectedly transmigrated into another world. He began life anew in the body of a boy with the same name, a fallen genius of the Ling Family whose cultivation had been crippled in a surprise attack, and son to a father who had also suspiciously been crippled under similar circumstances. Armed with knowledge from his previous life, Ling Xiao aim to restore his strength and establish his place at the top of this new world

- Description from Novelupdates

In the 21st century, she was the outstanding world renowned darling of the field of archeology. Then, she transmigrated and became Jinjiang city’s Ji Family’ Third Miss, a small malnourished girl who starved to death. She was unfavored by her father and treated like air by the rest. Therefore, just to earn money and feed herself she had to return to her old profession – being a forensic anthropologist.

With a pair of dextrous hands, she stroked and examined those clickety white bones to solve old and dusty unresolved cases.

He was a handsome cold prince. Just to see the beauty smile, he would not hesitate to throw away his moral principles and repeatedly flirt with her.

In the end, he only received a supercilious look from her, as she declared “Prince, one touch is a 1,000 taels.”

“Then, this prince will give you 10,000 taels for a kiss!”