Girl, I'll Teach You Cultivation - Chapter 249

After a tragic incident, young noble Lucien Lootwell falls into a coma and awakens later with memories from a past life in another world. Once a hardcore gamer, Lucien now finds himself in a fantasy realm where power is measured by strength, status… and the rarity of what you can claim.To his shock, his awakened skill, Drop Rate: MAX, is a broken skill that guarantees items from subjugated targets. While others struggle for scraps, Lucien pulls in legendary weapons, lost tomes and fortune beyond belief.But noble life is far from peaceful. Surrounded by rivals, political vipers and a secret tied to his cheats, Lucien must balance his past life's cunning with his new world’s expectations. As he builds a force from the ground up, one question remains. Was this reincarnation a second chance… or part of a bigger game he’s yet to understand?

Lu Changsheng’s soul crossed into the world of cultivation, and he became an Elder of Mount Shu, acquiring the Disciple Apprenticeship Simulator.He simulated the lives of disciples, returned teachings, and received rewards for the disciples’ realm advancements.This book is also known as “What Should I Do When My Master Is Too Kind to Me,” “My Master Never Hides Anything from Me,” and “My Master Is Omniscient.”

[Not Pursuing a Career, Just Falling in Love]

Lin Jianzhi was a crybaby with overactive tear ducts. She would cry when nervous, cry when happy, and cry even more when sad.

One day, the senior she had secretly loved for years stood in front of her and handed her a pack of tissues.

Zhu Lishen: “Can you stop crying?”

Lin Jianzhi wanted to explain herself but couldn’t stop sobbing uncontrollably.

Zhu Lishen was going crazy: “What exactly do you want? Do you want me?”

Lin Jianzhi was stunned for a moment before bursting into loud wails.

Zhu Lishen: “!!!”

Weary reader, it is an honor that you have chosen this book amidst the heavy, dim library.Regrettably, this book is unwell.Your fingers should be able to feel the raised growths on the surface of its cover,Words written in bygone days are like parasites rooted in the pages, hoping for someone to observe their wriggling,To feel, to decipher, to touch the essence of this ailing story.If you insist on borrowing this book, please make sure to regularly check your own physical condition.