I Raised A Black Dragon (Web Novel) - Chapter 67: Little Devil Don’t Cry

A cultivation technique that is regarded as rubbish, and a cultivator who is regarded as a waste by the same school, after receiving a yin and yang jade pendant, everything will be completely changed.

Ten times the training speed, Gu Fei repeatedly broke through the limits of martial arts. The iron law that had been recognized for thousands of years was broken by Gu Fei one by one!

Miracles… Gu Fei doesn’t believe in miracles. He only believes in blood and sweat. In this martial art has fallen, the true meaning of martial art has been lost in the training world of Tenglong Continent. , Fighting demons and ghosts, embrace stunning beauty, and achieve indestructible Wu Zun!

- Description from MTL

People all say that the fourth daughter of the Marquis of Jing’an is really lucky. She is favored in the palace, has heirs and has a good family background. That is really a great thing! In fact, Shen Chuliu himself didn’t know how he got to this point.

It was like this at first. The concubine next to her was playing the piano and dancing. Shen Chuliu said that I was not a performer.

The concubine next to her was writing poems and painting, and Shen Chuliu said that I didn’t want to take the imperial examination. People laughed at her and said she was not favored. She smiled slightly and said, “I have a family background.”

The emperor really has no choice. If the concubine doesn’t come to please her, he still has to see her! Who said someone’s mother’s family is really awesome? Shen Chuliu really didn’t care. Those bastard relatives liked him so much that he started to let himself go as soon as he entered the palace.

It feels good to let go for a while, and it feels good to keep letting go. As a human being, the most important thing is to be comfortable. If you are too frustrated, even the emperor will not be able to use it!

- Description from novelbuddy

Jin Rou wanted to be a cultivator who defied the heavens, and surpassed all limits.

Unfortunately for him, he died, and now I’m stuck here. Arrogant young masters? Heavenly tribulations? Cultivating for days on end, then getting into life or death battles?

Yeah, no thanks. I’m getting out of here.

In which a transmigrator decides that the only winning move is not to play.