Story of The Ancient Demon King! - Chapter 106: Audience [Part 1]

[Double wear + era group pet + ability + space]

Jiang Zhiying, the female overlord of the last days, transmigrated into the villain female supporting role who kept dying and ended miserably in the era text.

My father is the future boss, but my mother is the boss’ best ex-wife. Grandpa’s family doted on her, but she was the villain in the book, and she would not end well in the future.

There is also a scheming heroine who always wants to rob her father and the space jade pendant~

Jiang Zhiying said that this is not a problem. With space and abilities in hand, she can roam freely.

and many more! How did the mortal enemy pass through!

Jiang Zhiying decided to attack first, who would have known that the eyes of her nemesis were getting more and more wrong!

PS: 1V1 Shuangjie sweet pet, the male and female protagonists are big brothers.

- Description from novelbuddy

In the realm of cultivating the nine states, the Taoist court is unified, the aristocratic families are oppressed, the sects are monopolized, and the barriers to Taoism are tight.

The monks at the bottom have no way to practice Buddhism, lack spiritual stones, and have a hard time living.

Ten-year-old Mo Hua was born with a weak body, was born as a Buddhist monk, and came from a poor family.

Even if he practices hard, he may only be a humble ant-like Qi-refining monk throughout his life.

Until a Tao tablet appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness.

You can comprehend the heavenly formations and infinitely enhance your spiritual consciousness.

Ink painting will use the Taoist stele to break down the barriers of Taoism, create supreme spiritual consciousness, fully understand the formations of the Immortal Tao, and strive for the road to immortality…

- Description from novelbuddy

[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.