Chaplain! - Chapter 1187 - 1184

A lifetime ago, Chu Xun was shackled and thrown in jail on false charges. For three whole years, he suffered extraodinary torment from his cellmates every day. Even though he had escaped death many times, he still died from his cellmates’ fists the day before he was to be released.

After death, Chu Xun transmigrated to a different world of cultivation, where cultivation was the one true path. Carrying the weight of his hatred, Chu Xun began to cultivate in hopes of becoming an Immortal Emperor, who could manipulate heaven and earth and travel through time. After painstaking cultivation of three thousand years, he succeeded. Then he sacrificed all his cultivation without hesitation and returned to the day before he was to be released.

This life, he wanted to find out the truth and the one behind his murder in last life. He would continue to cultivate and strengthen himself so that the tragedy would not repeat itself. He wanted to master his own destiny.

In this life, what people would Chu Xun encounter and what experience of love and hate would he have with them? What difficulties would he encounter and how would he overcome? The answer is the book.

Transmigration? A Chong Xi Marriage? Sickly husband? How worse can this get?

Mo Qian Xue now lives in a soddy, destitute, small house with broken furnitures. The grass had grown wild and unruly from lack of proper care. The rice pot in the kitchen, it’s left empty. Well, this mess seemed quite manageable, however, why is it they only have one quilt in the house?

Not only does she serve her husband food and refreshments during the day, does she need to make sure he’s well “fed” at night too?

“It’s getting late now… we should go to bed. Said the sickly husband. She simply closed the door, turned off the lights, and went straight to sleep.

“If you dare move, I’ll kick you out of the bed!” She threatened.

In the end, the man still managed to wrap himself around her no matter how she resisted. The sickly husband wasn’t as weak as he appeared to be!

Mo Qian Xue worked hard to become rich. She built workshops, opened factories, one aided by her sickly husband towards prosperity. Fortunately, she could live a peaceful life far from bickering relatives, but then, much to her dismay, she still had to deal with the villagers knocking on her door.

So they want her money? They want her position as a wife? Since when was she, Mo Xian Que easy to bully?! They want to make her lose face? Alright, let them come a little closer then… give them a…. slap!

- Description from Novelupdates

One day, billions of young and middle-aged people around the world were pulled into an underground palace survival game.

If you want to survive, you have to fight with dungeon creatures to get resources.

When others are struggling to kill a mosquito, Liu Yang has acquired the skill of instant kill…

[You slashed at the underground palace ant, and the instant kill skill was triggered, and the underground palace ant died. 】

[Congratulations for killing an ant in the underground palace and getting wood x1. 】

[You cut off the tail of the underground palace mouse with one knife, the instant kill skill is triggered, and the underground palace mouse dies. 】

[Congratulations for killing the underground palace mouse, get stone x3, small map x1, apple x3, and spiritual energy x1. 】

[You hit the butt of the wild boar with one arrow, the instant kill skill is triggered, and the wild boar dies. 】

[Congratulations for killing the violent wild boar, you get an ordinary wooden home upgrade scroll x1, and spiritual energy x1. 】

……

So, Liu Yang took off.

When others are still exploring carefully, he is armed to the teeth and invincible.

When others were beaten to death for a piece of bread, he traded so much food with others.

Even with fine wine in hand, beautiful woman in her arms, so chic…

ps: This work is very different from other survival genres. Please do not substitute the settings of other works when watching.

- Description from novelbuddy

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