MTL - Treasure Hunting Divine Eyes - Chapter 12 please start your show

“Sect Master! Marry me!”If only things were that simple.Fang Yuan lets out a long sigh, eyes fixed on the mountain of paperwork threatening to swallow his desk and his soul.As the youngest family head in history, you’d think he’d be enjoying fame, fortune, and fawning admirers.Instead, he’s buried in bureaucracy, stuck mediating elder disputes, and wondering if the sect treasury mysteriously eats spirit stones.Sure, the old geezers have their experience, their beards, and their lofty reputations.But Fang Yuan? He has one thing they don’t: raw, unshakable power.Born into a world where innate talent reigns supreme, Fang Yuan—a transmigrator armed with modern grit—actually managed the impossible: he clawed his way to the top with nothing but relentless hard work.While everyone else coasted on heavenly bloodlines and golden physiques, he trained, he studied, and he schemed.Now, he’s strong enough to bend heaven’s will.But cultivation isn’t all sword beams and glory.Life as a family head comes with its own set of woes—namely, watching his annoyingly handsome junior brother collect all the female attention like some kind of walking romance novel.“This isn’t fair,” Fang Yuan mutters under his breath, stamping another scroll. “I’m the protagonist here... right?”

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”

The young man was so ridiculed for his wasted blood aptitude. Once he awakened the supreme bloodline, the dragon flew into the sky!

From then on, the geniuses and martial arts giants all bowed their heads, and the nine heavens and ten earth trembled!

Condensing the supreme Taoist body to achieve supreme power!

One finger penetrates the plane, one sword slashes the galaxy, one thought swallows the starry sky, and holds the avenue for eternity!

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Su Yun crossed over and became a small anchor, suffering from lack of talent, he broadcasted live broadcasts of “hard training all kinds of unique skills” every day, wanting to make a living.

Such as: flying cards to cut flies; wooden swords to play table tennis; flying needles to shoot bulletproof glass;

On the first day of dawdling, Su Yun learned how to fly cards, and everyone thought he was here to make a joke.

On the fifth day, Su Yunfei split the cucumber, and everyone thought he had stopped here.

On the 30th day, Su Yun’s card cut through the stake ten meters away and killed the fly… After everyone was astonished, they all agreed that this was a special effect!

…

Until this day, Su Yun accidentally ran into a robber when he went out. He used cards to kill people, and the whole Internet was buzzing!

After a period of time, when Su Yun was accidentally exposed and received a summons from the police station to file a record, more of his skills were exposed one by one:

The light work of crossing the river with one reed!

The swordsmanship of splitting stones with one sword!

A flying needle comparable to bullet penetration…

Police: “Are you sure this is just an anchor? File it as an S-level file immediately!”

[There is no martial arts or cultivation world in this book, I am the only one in the book, and I am the only one in the world who comprehends evolution, it all depends on my talent]

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