Daoist Competition - Chapter 165 - 52: Wind, Thunder, Lightning, Fire – A Match for Three Treasures

The world is destroyed, the era is restarted, and the survival qualification called the lord is issued to everyone.

Territories, heroes, arms, treasures, resources, all the servers achieved by thousands of continents are open.

Qin Muye looked at his own panel like a cannon fodder, with a broken suffix, and he was rather weeping without tears.

There is no god-level talent, no hidden hints, and no anti-sky career.

“If that’s the case, then there is only one way to live.”

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Zhao Yu transmigrated to the body of a down-and-out loose cultivator in the Canglong Mountain range of the Cultivation World, and discovered that he had awakened the ability to devour the Dao fruits, which allowed him to enhance his cultivation talent by consuming heavenly materials and earthly treasures, as well as elixirs. Ultimately, through the power of devouring the path’s fruit and his own efforts, he became a colossus in the world of immortals.

Nijigen is a freshman and Banri’s friend. He gains his nickname at the tea ceremony club’s welcoming party after declaring his despair of the three-dimensional world and that he would live for the two-dimensional world from then on. His nickname in high school was “Satoutaka”.

After a surprise call about divorce, she finds herself in a whirlwind of emotions with her estranged husband.Caught between her father's illness and the her husband's family's expectations, she faced a decision to part ways with her aloof husband.~~~~~Three years of marriage, her husband never came home.But she's happy with it - because she secretly worked as his private chef.During the day, she receives a high monthly salary from him, manipulated and at his beck and call.At night, she's his little wife alone in an empty room every night, enjoying his luxurious seaside villa.Brimming with money and leisure yet her husband never came home, she was extremely content with her life.Until he caught her and pushed her against the bed, “Mrs, you've had your fun, isn't it my turn now?”