Ningning is Not a Trouble-Maker! - Chapter 22

Jiang Yining was transmigrated to a cultivation world and became the master of the Tianyan Sect.

Unfortunately, the sect was broke and he only had three disciples. Just as everything was about to fall even further apart, he received the Golden Finger.

To make it even more interesting, the Golden Finger was an idle cultivation game that Jiang Yining had played in his previous world.

[Welcome back, long-time player. You will inherit your old account that has been idled for a million years.]

From the game, Jiang Yining could receive martial arts, resources, fates, buildings, skills, and even spiritual roots from checking in and completing quests.

He vowed that he would use the rewards to grow his own sect.

In the world of cultivation existed prestigious families, sects, kingdoms, and even celestial sects. Everyone’s goal was to ascend to a celestial being.

However, years later, Jiang Yining and his Tianyan Sect sat on the Long River and looked down at the people still struggling in the celestial realm.

“Every second, every moment, every breath of mine, Charles. I will never forget what they had done to me. My revenge… was never completed last time… and this time. They will pay a hundredfold more than they can afford. Only then, I will be free of this misery of mine.” -Mikael Aroa to Charles Richard…Mikael Aroa, lost everything in the end.Lover, family, friends, trust, hope and perhaps his will to live as well.They took everything from him in this life, whether it was his [Time-Seer] class within the game, or the entire corporation he built from scratch in the real world.They took everything.Mikael Aroa, killed everyone who destroyed his life.Enemies, competition, assassins, people who wanted to abuse his weaknesses and perhaps even his desire to live in this world.Nothing was left to be done.The revenge wasn’t beautiful.It didn’t fill the void of regret he had. It didn’t soothe his anger, his anguish and his misery.But nothing more was left that could be done…So, he decided to end it all.But…“Save them for me,” fate twisted, bent and rewound itself.-Bang!A bullet to the head, from a strange emerald gun, from an honest inspector, Charles Richard, who still abided by the law in this borderline lawless world.And the next thing that Mikael saw…His mother, who died a decade ago, cooking his favourite meal once again.And his body, 10 years younger, was ready to turn the entire world upside down with the knowledge and skills he had honed to the peak.******It's The year 2078 that the world finally succeeded with its first biggest and most successful MMORPG ever.Arcadia Online.A world much vast than our own, holding thousands of secrets of its own waiting to be explored. Where even Gods intervene when they need to, and people have the chance to dethrone the very Gods themselves.Here Races exist and so do their Kingdoms. Be it Elves, or be it Undeads, you will find every race possible here somewhere hiding in the corner of the world. Be it Dragons or be it Unicorns, you will get what you want as long as you have what it takes to get it.And just like any other Fantasy, Monsters roam freely here without any limitations. And monsters… could come in any form. So be careful what you wish for.Choose what you want to beAn adventurer who lives his/her/them/they/it’s life trying to figure out the mystery of the world, meeting new people or just strolling past the beautiful sceneries and making memories.A Blacksmith who creates weapons that even the Gods would kill to get.A Merchant so big that he can buy anentire kingdom if he wishes to.Climb the Highest mountain or reach the deepest trench. Become a Dragonslayer or saviour of the Elven Kingdom. The choices are yours.Or maybe you could stumble upon the [Main Quest] and be called upon an adventure that will shake the entire core of Arcadia? Though the rewards will be high, will you take the risk that might wipe out an entire nation? May the Gods of Arcadia Bless you… unless of course your journey is to kill them…Though… no matter where you go… no matter what you become… you must always remember that…Arcadia has its own rules and regulations.***

Wendy Waltz, a diehard anti romantic! Though born as royalty, she had been neglected by her father and bullied by her stepmother and younger sibling. To make this worse, she had been betrayed by her lover. She throws away her royalty and name and starts anew with a new name and a strange power! But who is this Head of the Imperial Guards, Lard Shroder, who keeps appearing beside her?

Yun Yuwan carelessly lost Wen Yangzhi's letter, but the foreign butler assured her with certainty, “That was a love letter.”She had been secretly in love with Wen Yangzhi for many years, and upon learning it was a love letter, she returned home overnight.Clutching the hope that he also liked her, she began to respond.At the dinner table, he said, “Come sit here”She ended up sitting on his lap, dressed in suit pants.When he renovated his newly bought villa, she playfully said she didn't like the crystal chandeliers.Some time later, his assistant told her:The letter Wen Yangzhi had sent was not a love letter at all, but a nine-figure check, intended as a birthday gift.The assistant laughed distantly, “Director Wen can't even be bothered to buy gifts, how could you think he liked you, Miss Yun?”—Long afterward, when Yun Yuwan brought up the incident with shame,Wen Yangzhi didn't reply, he just sparked his lighter, a tiny flame dancing on his handsome face, appearing indifferent and aloof.He never said it wasn't a love letter,Not all love letters contain sweet nothings,At least Wen Yangzhi's didn't.He wouldn't do something so cheap and insincere.Knowing that the men who approached her were after her money.He simply wanted to tell her.Her bit of money, he didn't care for it.—A nine-figure check expires in ten days, I've waited for you for ten years, undying affection still clouds my senses.—Self-loving, beautiful heroine x man whose bark is harder than his biteIndependent brand florist x pioneering bankerTheme: Adults don't deal in pretense