MTL - Guardians of Tirisfal of Konoha - Chapter 364 both sides

Alicia Rosalyn Von Heist is the youngest daughter of King Edward of Alvannia. She is an illegitimate child born from a maid in the castle her father has fancied. After her mother died when she was young her father took her home and ‘adopted’ her.

They say the greatest blessing is marrying the idol you always dreamed of.

But Qiao Lian knows that reality is different…

The Internet claims that Best Actor Shen Liangchuan is a male god who is unaffected by any sexual drive, but Qiao Lian vehemently disagrees. It’s a lie!

After finally carrying out the contract, Qiao Lian burst out, “I want a divorce! I don’t want such a life!”

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Transmigrated to the Cultivation World.

Initially, I thought I would have to fight those fierce cultivators to the death, struggling for the slim chance of obtaining immortality.

Unexpectedly, I came equipped with an endless-lifespan panel.

What should I do now that I've suddenly become ageless?

“Countless living beings fight each other to the death in order to become immortal.”

“That's because their lifespans are limited, if they don't fight, they'll die!”

“But I'm different.”

“If I go and fight, that's when I'll really die.”

“As long as I can endure and slowly cultivate, one day I'll become an immortal.”

This is a story of an everlasting being who endures his way to immortality in the Cultivation World.

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