MTL - Divine Beasts And I Are Fated - Chapter 1 Burp and Rebirth

A Sword Dao expert, mastering Sword Control across thousands of miles, traverses heaven and earth.An Peak Alchemy Master with supreme power, their Medicine City can revive the dead and regenerate bones.A Talismanic Elixir can annihilate strong enemies and demons.The youngest Eternal Life Pill Master of the continent is betrayed during the refining of an Immortal Pill.Three years later, a young man named Chu Feng from the fallen Sword King Mansion joins the Ten Thousand Sword Sect.The enemies and treacherous disciples who once opposed the Eternal Life Pill Master are now in utter fear.

Because I like to collect antiques, I was accidentally brought to a magical world by a crystal skull in my collection.

- Description from novelbuddy

[This is a daily novel about a seasider going up and down the mountain!

There is no pretentiousness, only the leisurely uphill and downhill!

Chronology, daily life, rushing to the sea, farming, raising children, parents who have short stories, don’t enter if you don’t like it, don’t spray it! 】

Ye Yaodong just couldn’t sleep, he wanted to go to the deck to blow some air and take a pee, but he fell into the sea and went back to 1982.

It is still the familiar small fishing village, but he is not the same as when he was young.

He’s been an asshole for half his life, this time he wants to live a good life, but why doesn’t everyone believe it…

He had no future in his previous life, and he doesn’t have any big ideals or ambitions in this life. He just wants to redeem his regrets, live a good life with his wife, and have a safe and happy family.

[To clarify, I changed my pseudonym. It used to be called “A Cup of Iced Lemonade”, but now it’s changed to “Rice’s Rice”]

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[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.