Moonlit Vows Of Vengeance - Chapter 11: Ambush In The Woods

Opening his eyes he finds himself in the unfamiliar ceiling scene.

After going through the body's memories he finds that he transmigrated into a cultivation world.

But there is a problem;

Why is everything around him look like a flag that he is the young master who gets killed by the child of the plane a.k.a. the MC?

How would he implement his try not to die plan?

He was a Martial Arts prodigy, a master of using poisons!He descended the mountain to search for his junior sister but unexpectedly became the School Beauty's bodyguard… From then on, a demon-like student was born! He pursued the School Beauty, took down bullies, and was revered as the supreme ruler of the city! He cultivated Ancient Martial Arts, annihilated formidable enemies, and swept across all directions to ascend to the Peak.

As soon as Lu Xuan woke up, he became an ordinary spiritual planter in Sanxiufang City, guarding a one-acre three-point spiritual field, and living in the world of practice.

Fortunately, I accidentally discovered that every time a spiritual plant matures, I can get extra rewards.

Harvest a sword grass and get a sword pill.

Harvest a Xuan Chong vine and get a share of Yin Xingsha.

Harvest a Youquan flower and get a piece of Zhiyan Pill Recipe.

…

From then on, he guarded his spiritual field peacefully, and sat and watched the world of practice turbulent and vicissitudes.

“What about fighting skills, exploring secret realms, seeking immortal fate, obtaining magic weapons…all have nothing to do with me!”

“I just want to farm quietly.”

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Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital’s royal square, took in someone else’s cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era. The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era’s brilliance... “Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?” Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.