MTL - Indestructible Primordial Spirit - v3 Chapter 35 Confession

Ding Yue had just traversed into the Parallel World and flunked his College Entrance Examination.To avoid his parents' double-punishment, Ding Yue forged an admission notice, created a fake university website, and rented a space near University Town to discretely run a counterfeit university in hope of fooling his parents.Things didn’t go as expected.On the first day of the term, the registration scene of his fake university surprisingly turned out to be a big hit...PS: This is a story filled with light-hearted farming narrative, everyday life, extravagantly rich and talented characters, technology, and top students... Feel free to add it to your bookshelf if you like it, and don’t forget to leave a recommendation vote~

Qin Yichen returned to his youth with his memories of more than 10,000 years. Superb mental strength, advanced elixir formula, advanced martial arts.

- Description from xbiquge

Xu Feng transmigrated into the cultivation world with only one useless cheat.When he was born, the Golden Armored Spirit Turtle had just hatched, and according to the family tradition, it was bestowed upon him as his companion spiritual beast.Thinking that the Golden Armored Spirit Turtle had an extraordinary bloodline, he believed it would become a great companion in the future.However, to his surprise, it took twenty years for it to reach the Qi-Refining stage.So Xu Feng gave up all his expectations. He decided to keep nurturing it. If he failed, he could just pass it on to future generations.Unexpectedly...A colossal golden turtle, as vast as the entire world, lay across the shattered land.Looking at the devastated world, Xu Feng harshly tapped the head of the golden turtle.“Try to be more gentle next time!”

[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.