MTL - Need to Propose to Seven Men What to Do! - Chapter 117

Meng Qianqian, at the age of 15, married into the Lu Family to bring joy to the elderly matriarch.On the wedding night, urgent news arrived from the border that her husband had been commanded to go to war. Six months later, he tragically died at the hands of Beiliang soldiers.Five years later, the husband who had been presumed dead returned, and by his side was an ethereal mute woman named Wan'er.Lu Lingxiao said that Wan'er was the descendant of a loyal and righteous family, entirely different from her—a merchant girl reeking of copper coins. He claimed Wan'er was a true paragon of noble character.Lu Lingxiao also said that Wan'er was an eagle soaring in the heavens, while someone like her was nothing more than a fragile flower, unworthy of comparison.It was not until the land was broken, the city walls fell, and she wielded a Red Tassel Spear to crush countless soldiers that Lu Lingxiao realized he had misjudged her.She was not a delicate flower confined within the depths of the mansion; she was the fiercest west wind of Yumen Pass.

Su Bei sat on No-Sword Peak, contentedly watching his female disciple scurry about.That would have completed his first task for his System Quest assigned by “The Highest Ten Thousand Fold Feedback for Discipleship” system!Xia Ruoching looked at Su Bei with a serious face,“Master, this is the spiritual fruit I got from the Sect Leader. He said it'd be helpful for your injuries!”Su Bei gazed at the half-black, half-red fruit in front of him and fell into deep thought.“Are you sure this is what the fruit looks like?”“......”“This is the real deal, Master! That half is definitely not poisoned! Eating this spiritual fruit would be such a wonderful experience, ah!”“?”“......”Years later.Su Bei, while leading one of his many disciples back to Sword Sect, suddenly sneezed and muttered,“That's strange. Why do I keep feeling like a bunch of people are cursing me?”The eldest disciple looked at the new junior sisters with a stunned expression, “What? You want to kill Master too?”......The book is also known as “I Have the Highest Ten Thousand Fold Feedback System for Discipleship.”“I Am a Transmigrator, Not the Su Bei You Know!”“I Really Didn't Steal The Disciples' Talents, Okay!”“Assassinations from the Reincarnated Disciples!”“Assassinating Master”

I’ve had enough of being transmigrated into books.

While a certain young man hides in a certain Ruins City, wanting to become a tanky mage through passive farming.

Mages should focus on learning more spells and magic? There is no time to invest in body strengthening? Mages are defenseless when they run out of mana? None of these are a problem for Gurney and his Passive Farming System. Through the system, Gurney trains both his body and mind at the same time, he goes beyond the limits and logic of an ordinary mage. This is a mage who casts spells while tanking hits, his recovery speed surpasses even warriors and knights. This is the journey of a vigilant and careful mage who grows tankier and tankier.

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With the rising waves of darkness, the steampunk steel ship sets sail on a journey and adventure.

Whales sink to the depths of the sea, sirens sing with beautiful voices, calling out to the Transcendent sailors who hunt for mermaids.

The mysterious Time Hunters who obey the ancient rules search for their prey.

He who bears the title of “Hero” carries the burden of fate as he steps on the road to write a new page of history.

Ancient “Sealed Ones” rush to break out of their imprisonment, wanting to create and release new “Supernatural Memetics”.

The combination of steam technology and supernatural powers bring forth the era of “Transcendent Genetic Warriors”.

Infant dragons who have just hatched watch as the Dragon Slayer digs out their mother’s heart from her body.

Calamity level lifeforms sharpen their blades, stepping into the stage of this extraordinary era.

The tides of the era surge and swirl, bringing along the mysterious fog of darkness…

The indescribable existence nurtures and grows…

Along with the stare of the Abyss…