The Guardians' Throne - The First Magic Swordsman - Chapter 409 - Going Easy

Zhang Ming has obtained the god-level anti-sign-in system, which can disguise the Holy Land, attract others to sign in, and draw 90% of the reward.

【Ding! Zhanhong, the son of planes, checks in at your Sword of Swords of Immortals (pseudo), and you get the Secret Scroll of the Heavenly Book·True]

【Ding! Daoist Qingquan, the illegitimate son of the plane, checks in at your ginseng orchard (pseudo), and you get Xisui Dan × 90%]

【Ding! The transmigrator Wang Hong signs in at your Tianshi Mansion (pseudo), and you get Tianshidu·True]

【Ding! The reincarnator, Chu Fan, checks in at your Nine Dragons Coffin (pseudo), and you get the Desolate Holy Body × 90%]

【Ding! The reborn Ye Xiaoxuan checks in at your Miaomu Mountain (pseudo), you get the immortal mode × 90%]

【Ding! The extraterritorial demon Wang Zanghai checks in at your lock demon tower (pseudo), and you get the water spirit bead·true]

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“Young man, you have to pay taxes when you sign in, you know?”

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Su Yi, the glorious ‘Master of Ten Thousand Daos’ reigns supreme over the Nine Provinces of the Wilds. Whatever he desires—be it wealth, power, or women—is at his fingertips. Despite this, when he realizes he’s reached his limit, he chooses to reincarnate in pursuit of greater heights.

In the last moments before his death, he watches as everyone he trusts turns on him for the sake of treasure, and his disillusioned spirit vows revenge.

Now, five hundred years later, Su Yi is back, but as a crippled live-in son-in-law and local laughingstock; his current situation is a far cry from his former glory. Thus begins a journey back to the top, starting from the very bottom…

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