My Immortal Cultivation Game Life - Chapter 64 Qi Refining Ten Levels

[1V1 easy read, a pampered romance] Time-traveled straight into a wedding, does it have to be this intense?“Hey, hold on, groom, I'm not your bride!”Su Pan'er fiercely resisted.Someone chuckled craftily, “Quit messing around, my dear wife!”This story is fantasy, don't compare it with actual historical context. Recommended another novel by Dou Dou: “Joy of Being a Mother in a Farmhouse”.

Shortly after Lu Xun creates an alternate account in ‘Heavenly Earth,’ he transmigrates into this Xianxia style game and becomes a glorious NPC.

He discovers that he has transmigrated to a time three years into the past. He originally plans to accumulate his strength and bide his time while idiotic players appeared in copious numbers.

Planning to issue quests to them so that they would be of use to him, he never expects that he would encounter difficulties from the get-go.

Now, the very first problem he has to face is… a ‘female devil’ who can’t be easily described in a few words…

“There’s something wrong with this account!” Lu Xun exclaims.

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【Light-hearted and humorous + No female lead + No knives + Survivalist protagonist】- caution, this story is engaging.Chen Xun traversed into the vast and boundless world of cultivation, awakening the Immortal Ascension System, which unexpectedly granted him a companion, a long-lived spiritual beast.I, Chen Xun, have no interest in fighting or killing, nor do I wish to provoke anyone. I only want to travel the world with my old ox and witness all the worldly splendors. However, one day, I inadvertently discovered a secret….

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”