MTL - Rebirth 90s: Sweetheart Cub - Chapter 491 I would rather play against ten Li Fengyao

Cultivation is about refining oneself and one's heart.The heavens and earth are the furnace, creation is the work, yin and yang are the carbon, the myriad paths are the copper, and with a steadfast Dao heart, one can refine a Primordial Dao Fruit.Refining pills, refining tools, refining formations, refining talismans, refining swords, refining souls, refining medicine, refining plagues, refining demons, refining devils, refining the heart, refining worlds, refining the Dao...Everything in nature can be refined!This is what Xuan Qing says.If you provoke him, he will even refine the Heavenly Dao to show you!Of course, this all began the day he joined the Jie sect...

Rowen transmigrates into the world of One Piece, gaining the Strongest Trait System—capable of plundering the Traits of others!Spotting the golden—shimmering Trait on Koby, Rowen scoffs—You think a clown like you deserves this? Gimme that!From then on—Rowen plunders even more powerful Traits.Marine Headquarters: “He is a monster who devours and takes everything—the most dangerous ability user in history!Engaging him is forbidden without explicit authorization from the highest levels of the World Government!The World's Most Dangerous Man! 'Sky Sovereign' Rowen!DEAD OR ALIVE! Bounty: 3,988,900,000 Beri!”

Ye Sichen, a well-known singer with perfect appearance, is also a father of two kids. In the outside world, he is a charming star who cares about his fans and people in need. At his home, he is a lovely father and also a considerate master. A man with his fortune and statue, what bothers him so much?

[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.