MTL - Rebirth of the Super Thief - Chapter 413 :peak

A Miao’s first impression on the male protagonist: a psycho and pervert who always attempts to make physical contact with her through unrighteous means.

Shen Xinglan’s first impression on the female protagonist: dunno.
A Miao, a street burgler, ran into Shen Xinglan, a billionaire in S City. Who would’ve thought that they would start a beautiful, romantic love story with ups and downs?

Shen Xinglan came back from a kill-training base on a distant island and started a successful career as a businessman. Along with numerous incredible helpers, can he manage to resist the plots and schemes against his enemies in his family? Does he have more secrets? What’s the untold stories of A Miao’s mysterious background?
Join their journey!

- Description from Novelupdates

The hierarchy of Tao Cultivation is strict, and the life of a Loose Cultivator is difficult.At the age of ten, Mo Hua's Sea of Consciousness conjured a Taoist Stele.It could forge Divine Sense, learn Formation.Mo Hua would use the Taoist Stele to craft the Supreme Divine Sense, to comprehend the various heavenly Formations, and to strive for the Longevity Road.He would change not only his own destiny but also the destiny of all bottom-tier cultivators under the heavens.(Traditional Xianxia, no system, Formation genre, growth genre)

In a world where humanity lives in suspended space, children undergo a fishing test when they come of age. Those with immaculate talents have the possibility of becoming great fishing masters.

In the endless sea, every life is imbued with a sacred mission. There are fish that can fly, turtles that have absorbed the worldly essence, and whales that can devour the heaven and earth… There are also countless fishers.

Fishing is an art.

There is an ancient saying: If you can’t fish, you might as well be bait.

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”