The Magus Era - Chapter 674: A Clone of Flower

Young and filial Fu Ting loved her father above all things, so when she had the chance to turn things around from her father’s past, she promised to follow through her mission until the very end.Fu Ting, daughter of a famous actor, watched as her father succumbed to his untimely fall from stardom and his eventual passing. When met with her own demise, the heavens granted her something no one could only dream of⁠—time travel to amend her father’s murky past. Although Fu Pei was a⁠ supposedly⁠ cold-hearted young boy, he could not help but care for his daughter…wait. This is his daughter?!Read a tale of great love, unconditional devotion, and a sprinkle of comedy with us. Just a word of precaution: don’t underestimate Fu Ting!

Chen Yu got the heavenly book by accident, and helping others can even gain cultivation and become a fairy.

To this end, Chen Yu started a live broadcast of psychological counseling.

In the live broadcast room, the water friends were all dumbfounded.

“Doctor Chen, are you sure this is psychological counseling?”

“There is no one on the mic who does not break the defense!”

“This crackdown on counterfeiting has actually beaten myself into it.”

Shuiyou: I’m fine, it’s impossible for me to have depression.

Chen Yu: Don’t worry, you will be depressed after I finish speaking.

All the water friends: This is not a psychiatrist, this is a master!

Chen Yu said lightly: Don’t talk nonsense, I just graduated with a bachelor’s degree in psychology.

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The boundless universe was filled with all sorts of wonders.

I, Chen *Ping’an, only have one sword, to move mountains, turn the seas upside down, suppress demons, deal with gods, pluck stars, break rivers, destroy cities, and open the heavenly abode!

My name is Chen Ping’an, Ping’an* of Peace, and I am a swordsman.

The Midland world was full of wonders.

In the center of the world, there was a scholar who had once used a sword to slash out a waterfall of the Milky Way. This was the person he was the most proud of.

At the edge of the East Sea’s cliffs, there was a nameless Daoist who was unwilling to ascend to the peak of a mountain. He only wished for a cool breeze to brush against his face.

In the Western Pure Land, there was an old monk who liked to treat people to chicken soup and tell stories.

In the southern border of the Wilderness, there was a blind painter who controlled golden-armored puppets that were as tall as mountains to move the hundred thousand mountains, creating an embroidered picture.

An impoverished youth who grew up in the north. One day, he saw tens of thousands of Sword Kinesis Immortals above him, like a swarm of locusts crossing the border.

He wanted to see for himself the scholar that the storyteller had mentioned, the surging tides of the East Sea, the vast swamps of sand in the west, and the majestic mountains of the Southern Wasteland.

Thus, one day, the youth picked up the wooden sword and began to descend south.

Notes:

* Ping’an means peace

** The four directions here are just the four sides of the map of China and the earth. As for the World of Righteousness, it was only one of the four “World”.

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