This Martial Saint's Health Bar is Too Thick! - Chapter 325 - 62: When Spring Comes, I Don’t Speak First (Part 2)

Wang Chen unexpectedly transmigrated to a world of immortal cultivation.He became a Qi Cultivation junior in the Outer Sect of the Cloud Sun Sect in Dongcang State.Within the sect, the hierarchy was stringent and the power struggles were fierce;Outside the sect gates, Demons roamed and Evil Wraiths were rampant!Wang Chen, who was weak in strength, decided to lay low until the end of time.However, with time goes by…He persisted and was surprised to realize that he had already unexpectedly become a Bigwig!!!

Noan transmigrated to a world that blends advanced technology and magic, with countless gates leading to other strange worlds.In that world, he took over the body of a young man of the same name who had just died.He realised that in this world, he was one of the 0.1% of the population who had the ability to become a landlord and had the right to go to mysterious lands to build territories.However, he was only a Rank F lord, the lowest and weakest rank in the landlord rankings.Besides, his family was like blood-sucking demons. Not only did he wear out his labour, but his younger brother was also jealous of him becoming a landlord, so he hired thugs to beat him to death.Fortunately, the 'old Noan' died, giving the 'new Noan' a body to live again.This Noan was not a coward; he was not weak like the 'old Noan'.And of course, the goddess of luck smiled upon him. Although he is only a Rank F Landlord, who can only summon useless Skeletons, he possesses the only Rank SSS talent in the world - Almighty Fusion.He can fuse ordinary skeletons and transform them into the King of the Undead, the lord of hell.He can help a weak succubus become the almighty fallen angel.He can turn a small lizard into the King of Dragons, the nightmare of all creatures.Besides, Noan also begins to lift the curtain that has hidden the truth about the new lands.

The once revered Alchemy Emperor returns to his fifteenth year. In this lifetime, he not only seeks to rectify all past regrets but also aims to achieve the pinnacle of martial arts!Compared to cultivation techniques? My lackeys have divine-level technique in hands.Compared to elixirs? My top-tier elixirs are fit only for feeding dogs.Talents? Any genius who encounters me will find their fate crushed!Prosper under my lead, oppose me and meet your demise!

“Y-young master, the Lord is requesting your presence.”

I looked at myself in the mirror as a maid's voice, laced with trepidation, reached my ears.

“Tell him I'll be there shortly.”

“I understand, y-young master.”

I paid no mind to her quivering presence, my gaze fixed on my reflection.

And this is exactly why I despise this character, Yes, He is a villain with my name but does it matter, no, the problem is this guy's weight he is so heavy that this tub of lard is weighing me down, literally.

For someone who prides themselves on muscle, nothing's worse than “fat,” and this guy before me? Well, he's a prime example of that.

“I suppose I need a workout.”

Reaching the door, exhaustion gripped me and I found myself gasping for breath. It was unbelievable – this body was so darn heavy.

After an arduous struggle, I finally made my way out of the room, causing servants carrying a litter¹ to scurry over. They lowered it, creating a path for me to step onto it.

I tried to ignore the spectacle – it was this pampering that turned this fatty into a giant tire. Pushing the annoyance aside, I began to move, managing only about 10 steps before my legs gave out.

Damn it. Seriously? I collapsed, leaving the twenty servants to hastily lift me and place me onto the litter. For me, it felt more like a stretcher. There I was, sprawled on it like some mountain, panting heavily.

“You damn god! I hope the protagonist of your favorite novel gets NTRed!”

“We're here, young master.”

Can you believe it? his father's office is just thirty steps away from this pumpkin room, yet he insists on using a litter.

“Give me a hand.”

I ordered while cursing this hefty body under my breath.

“Oh, come, come, my dear child. How was your day?”

I glanced at the middle-aged man, his face exuding warmth and care.

As for my feelings? This old man right here is the reason this chubby exists. Not that I give a darn about my indulgent father.

“I'm alright, Dad.”

Yes, imagine this: as a noble, this old man spoiled this pumpkin so much that he thinks he can go around scolding the mansion's maids and servants.

“Take a seat. Hey, fetch his chair!”

You might wonder why he doesn't sit on a regular chair. Well, that's because the chair is custom-made to accommodate this hippo-sized frame.

“What's going on, Dad?”

Seriously, why would he summon this big old hippo over to his quarters? There's gotta be a reason for it....

“Your fiancee is coming tomorrow”

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