Shadow Slave - Chapter 21: First Performance

Lu Yuan, who traveled through the world of cultivating immortals and obtained the [Skill Panel], is well aware of the dangers of the world of cultivating immortals.

[Sword Control has reached LV.10, please choose an advanced direction…]

[Acquire advanced skills Riding the Wind and Swordsmanship: Double the speed of the sword]

[The Breath Concentration Technique has reached LV.10, please choose the advanced direction…]

[Acquired advanced skills: Tortoise Containing Breath Technique: Doubled the hidden effect of breath]

[Camouflage has reached LV.10, please choose the advanced direction…]

[Acquire advanced skills · Disguise: You can adjust your own facial muscles to achieve a perfect disguise effect]

The so-called cultivating immortals is to live longer than anyone else!

Killing the enemy is not a skill, living has a future!

Running fast, being able to hide, and having an unremarkable appearance… This is how she looks like an immortal emperor!

Lu Yuan: “I only do three things when I come to the world of cultivating immortals… Longevity! Longevity! In the end, it’s the goddamn longevity!”

“Only those who are alive… are worthy of cultivating immortals!!!”

“What, you are talking about ghosts and immortals? A bunch of crooked things, crawl for me!”

Wen Jianliu is a cultivator, because I am too afraid of death, so I have maxed out my life-saving skills!

[Cool Points: Proficiency, Steady Development, Gou Dao, Xian Xia, System]

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He is powerful, aloof, and selfish, but he has a hobby of renting a venue solely to listen to her play the pipa. His friends were curious and asked him why. He said, “She's beautiful.” Thus, the pipa player became his girlfriend.[Highlight 1]Brought up under strict parenting, his family pays great attention to his conduct. Yet, he was known for his vigorous actions, from breaking family rules that garnered media attention to recklessly manipulating the venture capital market. Consequently, he was sent to a temple to copy Buddhist scriptures as punishment. Obediently, he did so, but his pages were filled with nothing but her name.[Highlight 2]Gazing into her eyes as she lay in his arms, he asked, “Have you ever been afraid of being with me?” Of course, she did. He was a tycoon who possessed the world and would not easily fall deeply in love with her.On the day they broke up, everyone knew and was surprised.She packed her suitcase and left the city, saying, “Since he said he would never marry me, I shall return him to the world.”[Highlight 3]Three years after their breakup, they met again at an international financial summit. He had become the head of the family. His suit was well tailored, with silver-rimmed glasses resting on a tall nose bridge, exuding undeniable charm.Encountering each other at a corner, she fled, and he pursued...

Every hero starts with power. He started with dust.One moment, the classroom buzzed with teenage chatter. The next, silence fell. Students blinked—and opened their eyes in an ancient hall carved from gold and marble. The air shimmered with divine magic. And at its center stood a goddess—flawless, proud, unbelievably beautiful and wrapped in flowing white.It was a divine summoning performed by a divine goddess.Among them was Vritra… and his stunningly beautiful mother.While others received blessings, powerful physiques and grand titles, Vritra was given a skill so pathetic it made even the goddess wrinkle her nose. An ability—so pitifully weak that it drew laughter, scorn, and even disgust. But that wasn't the worst part.Betrayed and cornered inside the labyrinth, Vritra had two choices: die… or fall into the death trap.A death canopy with no exit and no chance of survival, the only option was to slaughter the demons endlessly for months.Finally!! He forced his dormant skill to awaken, after killing thousands and hundreds of thousands demons and devouring them, becoming a broken ability.******White robes. Cold arroganceA sinful revenge.White robes can stain. And in the dark, even divinity can moan.And then there was his mo— guilt in her breath, shame in her eyes, whispering apologies between gasps in her son's ear, doing what had to be done… for both their sakes.