Cultivation Starts from Farming - Chapter 117: Encountering Zhang Changqing Again

It’s my 100th life!! This life’s genre is fantasy.By the way, am I a prince?My mother was a maid, and my father is a king. However, I’m just a prince who is born with blood from a lowly class.It’s actually good! Yeah! It’s pretty good to me!There are no followers and no right of succession. I mean, people don’t really care about my existence.‘This is a place where you can live easily, right?’

Surgeon Guan Ryo Is reborn in Naruto’s world! Enjoy his trip as he uses his knowledge of the story to find his path in this troubled world and eventually stand at the top of Konoha!

What if you could live your life over again, with all the knowledge of your failures?For Raghav Roi, this isn't a fantasy; it's a shocking, second reality.In the year 2035, at the age of 42, his life ended abruptly with a heart attack while watching a cricket match—a bitter end for a man whose own dreams of cricketing glory dissolved into a life of mediocrity and regret.He closes his eyes in a sterile hospital room, only to reopen them in his childhood bedroom in Chhaygaon, India.The year is 2005. He is twelve years old again, his body weak and unathletic, but his mind is armed with thirty years of future knowledge and a singular, burning purpose: to not waste this miracle.His second chance comes with a mysterious guide. A holographic interface that only he can see declares the activation of the [World's Greatest Cricket System].Few Years Later:Newspaper Front Headlines:[ The Youngest Player in World Tournament][The Record Breaker — ROI ]

For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.“Is there magic in this world?”Facing Bailuo’s question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, “No.”“But there are miracles.”“What are miracles?”“A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit.”The uncle said, “Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder.”“Magic!”Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, “This is definitely magic!”“No.”His uncle said, “These are truly miracles.”Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, “This is a miracle…”