A Proud Man Called Himself A Medicinal God! - Chapter 207: Brother and Sister Join Forces

Mortal cultivation, resurgence.

Time and space shuttle, reversal of reincarnation.
Jinxian Taiyi, Da Luo Daozu.
Three thousand avenues, the law of supreme.

“Faculty of Immortal Immortal” is a fairy tale, a story of Han Lizhen’s fairyland, a legend of a mortal kid who cultivates immortals.

- Description from Ptwxz translation

Qiao Zhiya is a hybrid. Before he was born, his elf father wanted him to have a strong physique unique to dwarfs; his dwarf mother wanted him to have a tall body unique to elves. And then he was born, his features delicate and beautiful, his body weak and thin… his strength at the peak of the dwarfs!

Then he crossed. With his beloved little hammer, we walk along females-who-is-as-tall-as-he-is and male-who-is-a-head-taller-than-him-on-average future… blue, thin mushroom wants to go home.

Chu Rong: picked up a small dwarf who always wants to run away. Its cute, wanna drag home.

Qiao Zhiya: ??? Mama, there’s a pervert!

- Description from Novelupdates

(Non-system, multiple female MCs, both good and evil)Fang Ling, who possesses the Chaos Sacred Body, was fiercely fought over by various forces since his birth. His heart, right eye, and treasured bone were successively taken away...After many twists and turns, the critically ill Fang Ling was placed in front of an ancient temple by a kind-hearted person. No one knew that within this ancient temple, five unparalleled masters were in seclusion. They had been hiding there for tens of thousands of years, suppressing the Immortal Heart of the Demon Ancestor.When the Immortal Heart erupted, the five masters were unable to contain it and took a desperate risk by implanting it into the infant's body. The fusion of the incomplete Sacred Body and the Immortal Heart led to the birth of a peerless monster...

It was understood that this was a capitalist country, where the possession of the greatest amount of capital determined to whom the nation effectively belonged.The smile that had been resting on William Sheffield’s face was abruptly erased as his expression turned cold. In a tone laced with determination, it was demanded by him that the police be contacted immediately so that they could crush those who stood in their way. The reasoning behind his words seemed clear: if such actions had been taken before by someone like Rockefeller, then why should it not also be possible for Sheffield?A sense of irony hung in the air as the sentiment was expressed—this was America, where each day seemed to unfold as though it were part of an ongoing shootout, with battles fought not just with guns but with power, influence, and wealth.