MTL - White-Robed Chief - Chapter 171 Advanced

Sha Chen transmigrates into the world of Journey to the West and reincarnates as the Great General for Folding the Curtain. Being exiled in the Flowing Sand River, about to suffer the heavenly punishment of the Thousand Swords Piercing The Heart, he received the God-Level Selection System.“DING!”“Host has awakened the Choice System!”“Choice One: The mere Ten Thousand Swords Piercing Heart Pure Yang Array is trivial. A true man should face it head-on. Choose to withstand the Thousand Swords Piercing The Heart and be rewarded with the [Power of Five Elements Transmutation].”“Choice Two: A wise man does not stand beneath a collapsing wall. Choose not to withstand the Thousand Swords Piercing The Heart and be rewarded with the [Deception of Heaven Talisman].”

Rogers Darren is a smoker, drinker, liar, lothario, gold-digger, rule-breaker.At a brutal Marine HQ hearing, Darren faces accusations of scandalous wages, stolen Germa tech, suspicious Celestial Dragon deaths, and a few too many questionable entanglements with nobles-just another day for the greatest disgrace in Marine history.Biting his cigar, Darren simply grins: “I smoke, I drink, I lust for money and women, I crave power, I lie, and I break every rule... but I'm a damn good Marine.”Silence fell like a dropped anchor.(￣□￣；) (ーー゛) (￣o￣)

With just three sentences, you convinced the Paladin to spend five thousand Gold Coins for you.You truly are a master of the Undead who thoroughly understands human nature!…“Respected Master Amberser, after our review by the editors at 'Legendary Spells' Publishing, we regret to inform you that your paper 'Research on the Non-Humanoid Form Modification of Undead Creatures' is unsuitable for publication in our monthly magazine. We suggest that you submit your work to a magical academic journal with less stringent review requirements.”A burst of ghostly blue flame erupted from the tips of fingers, reducing the rejection letter.“Damn it! You bastards are purely discriminating against liches, discriminating against undead magic!!!”“Drop dead!”

Li Zhizhi was taken back to the capital at the age of fifteen to recognize her ancestral roots. As the true eldest daughter of the Li family, she should have been cherished. However, everyone preferred Li Suwan, who was knowledgeable, polite, and clever. As for Li Zhizhi, she grew up in a remote and impoverished village, ignorant of the ways of the world, and her name even carried a sense of disdain.