MTL - The Legend of the Ghost Concubine - Chapter 235 : The Queen Mother's Mind

To transmigrate into a world of cultivation as a loser? What’s the point of even trying to cultivate?

After a burst of rainbow light, Yang Zhen instantly hits the jackpot!

Any cultivation method he sees instantly maxes out, there’s too many to learn!

The pills he refines not only save lives, but also grant eternal youth. How many saints and fairies are desperately seeking his help, willing to agree to any condition!

The weapons he forges can challenge god-like emperors and can even stab their way into the underworld – every single one makes heaven and earth tremble, and even gods and demons retreat in fear!

“I, Yang Zhen, never show off, because I’m genuinely unbeatable!”

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No family, no power, no inheritance — a thrice-lacking protagonist. Just how will the seed rise up from the mud?

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Shu Yu has passed through the book, and has become a poor cannon fodder who was implicated by the dead female supporting role and only appeared twice and was finally exiled for thousands of miles.

After finding that he could not change the result, Shu Yu decided to eat, drink, lie down and wait.

Who knew that the exile had not yet come, but she was suddenly told that she was not the daughter of the Shu family.

Her biological parents were peasant households who lived so hard to make ends meet that their house was leaking.

And the Shu family decided to obliterate her in order to hide her blemish.

Shu Yu: Come on, I can’t kill you.

Returning to his biological parents, Shu Yu finally sighed as he looked at the plate of pickles and a bowl of porridge on the table and placed in front of him, as well as his parents’ nervous and bewildered expressions.

You can’t lie flat, or you’ll starve to death.

(Immortal Cultivation+Meeting a Perfect Match+Shura Field+Invincible Flow+Upgrade Flow+Playing the Pig and Eating the Tiger)—What is cultivation? When I think back to the past, cultivation was, as a baby, kicking my legs over and over again—kicking on the bed, kicking on the ground, kicking every single day. Cultivation was, as I grew older, swinging my sword again and again—slashing here, cutting there. Cultivation became, as I matured, the repeated harmony of yin and yang—busy tonight, and busy again tomorrow night. … My name is Xu Ming. I have never cared about the stipends given to me by those sect masters, noble ladies, or princesses.I said to her, “Can you give me a room closer to yours? I need to report my work to you at any moment.” Even if I accomplish nothing every day, I just want to watch how she cultivates. I…