Twin Births: My Great CEO Husband - Chapter 1255

Li Yanchu transmigrated into a strange world of martial arts, Daoist spells, ghosts, and monsters, only to land in the body of a young Daoist at the rundown Qingyun Temple. Just across the street? A rowdy inn run by a stunningly seductive innkeeper. Life could be worse.Gifted with the mysterious Decree of Bestowal, Li Yanchu can transform ordinary herbs into century-old divine medicine, giving him an unparalleled advantage in cultivation. With this cheat-like ability, he advances rapidly in cultivation, despite being told he had no talent for it.But cultivation isn’t his only path forward.After slaying a ghost and earning merit points, he realizes there’s more to this world than martial arts. Hidden behind the scenes is a karma-based system, one that rewards righteous deeds.As his saber technique grows sharper by the day, Li Yanchu finds himself entangled in eerie mysteries, deadly encounters, and strange happenings in Wei City…Now, with the authorities pounding on his doors, Li Yanchu’s peaceful days of tea and training might just be over.Ghosts. Bandits. Cultivation. A cheat system tied to karma. When the mortal world and the supernatural collide, only one Daoist stands between chaos and order.

A proud and talented singer

Silent and introverted godly writer

… and so on

These people who should have lived happily because of their outstanding strength, but because of some small accidents, their life sank into hell and went towards their death.

Before they died, they had been unwilling. Their unwillingness attracted Su He. Watching these suffering souls, the innocent and harmless teenager come towards them, “are you unwilling? Then give me your life. ”

From then on, the infamous son of the aristocratic family became a godly doctor that everyone admired

The talented singer whose voice has been destroyed/damaged was popular again

The godly writer who was scolded as plagiarist ascended the throne again

……

Su He smiled. Cannon fodder can also become a winner in life, sweep away the darkness, stand up again, these former geniuses will one by one blossom their own radiance.

- Description from Novelupdates

Also known as: It turns out that I am a double cultivation grass *#*

Xizhou has become a grass in the cultivation world.
The grass is an ordinary dreaming grass. What is unusual is that the owner of this medicine field is a fairy-like and jade-colored senior sister.

Xizhou originally thought that the grass was stable, but who would have expected the elder sister to be plotted, her cultivation base would be destroyed, and her life would not be long.
At the moment of life and death, Xi Zhou accidentally fell into her dream…

After waking up from the dream, Senior Sister’s cultivation has recovered.
Disciples: Can this be restored? How did you do it?
Sister:–
(Can she say that being with a woman in a dream is indescribable)

From now on…
The elder sister was seriously injured, and Xizhou fell into a dream.
The elder sister’s inner alchemy is broken, and Xizhou falls into a dream
Senior Sister is pregnant, Xi Zhou… dumbfounded *#*

small theater
Senior Sister: Can you change the way you treat?
Xizhou: I don’t want to either, do you think I’m willing to do it?
Senior Sister: Shameless!
Xizhou: “…”

1. Have a child, first in harmony and then in love.
2. It is not a large fantasy, and there are many private settings.
3. It is purely fictitious, and the writing is white.
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Content Labels: Soul Transformation Xianxia Cultivation Sweet Text

Search keywords: protagonists: Xi Zhou, Zhai Wangyou ┃ supporting roles: countless ┃ others: sweet text

- Description from novelbuddy

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!”