Urban Martial Arts System - Chapter 152: Even pick the Assassin rankings

Prince Alexander Herald von Triesenberg was the fourth prince of the Empire of Triesenberg who was banished from the Empire of Triesenberg for the crime that he didn’t commit.On their way to the island where he would be banished, a powerful storm swept through and sank the ship. Alexander drowned and at the moment, he thought he died from drowning.However, when he opened his eyes, he found himself lying on the shore of a sandy beach and a floating interface before his eyes.

Lu Yuan, who traveled through the world of cultivating immortals and obtained the [Skill Panel], is well aware of the dangers of the world of cultivating immortals.

[Sword Control has reached LV.10, please choose an advanced direction…]

[Acquire advanced skills Riding the Wind and Swordsmanship: Double the speed of the sword]

[The Breath Concentration Technique has reached LV.10, please choose the advanced direction…]

[Acquired advanced skills: Tortoise Containing Breath Technique: Doubled the hidden effect of breath]

[Camouflage has reached LV.10, please choose the advanced direction…]

[Acquire advanced skills · Disguise: You can adjust your own facial muscles to achieve a perfect disguise effect]

The so-called cultivating immortals is to live longer than anyone else!

Killing the enemy is not a skill, living has a future!

Running fast, being able to hide, and having an unremarkable appearance… This is how she looks like an immortal emperor!

Lu Yuan: “I only do three things when I come to the world of cultivating immortals… Longevity! Longevity! In the end, it’s the goddamn longevity!”

“Only those who are alive… are worthy of cultivating immortals!!!”

“What, you are talking about ghosts and immortals? A bunch of crooked things, crawl for me!”

Wen Jianliu is a cultivator, because I am too afraid of death, so I have maxed out my life-saving skills!

[Cool Points: Proficiency, Steady Development, Gou Dao, Xian Xia, System]

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In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.

After transmigrating into a book he had just finished reading, Eric found himself cast as the villainous cannon fodder.The original owner of the body was secretly and wholeheartedly in love with Max, the tribe's strongest warrior, but Max and Michael had grown up together and gradually developed feelings for each other.The original owner tried every means to obstruct them, was eventually exiled by the tribe, and died a miserable death from hunger and cold that winter.Many races existed on this continent, and he was not even human.Eric looked at the piece of grilled meat before him, burnt black as charcoal, and a handful of beans so hard they felt like they could chip his teeth. He looked up at the thatched roof that leaked rain in the summer and let snow through in the winter. Behind him, a small lion cub was wailing for food.Oh, and this little lion cub was also the story's devoted second male lead.The first step was to improve his life.What, the beastmen do not know how to farm?No problem, they can learn. Then they would not have to starve during the winter.Thatched huts, mud houses, and tents could all be replaced! The arrogant Elf race had a strong affinity for plants, which was perfect for farming, and the Dragon race could breathe fire, which was perfect for firing bricks!Humans called the Fantasy Dream Continent a cursed land. Later, a wandering poet would tell tales of the Snow Wolf Tribe who lived there, possessing all sorts of delicacies and fine, home-brewed wine whose aroma could travel for ten miles, leaving a rich aftertaste.Once the rumor spread, countless adventuring parties and mercenaries felt compelled to explore the land, even at the risk of being beaten half to death.Eric utilized the advantages of his bloodline, diligently farming and building infrastructure, leading the tribe toward a better life.It was just that one day he would pick up a prince of the Human race, and the next, a prince of the Elf race. With a prince of the Beastman Kingdom already in his house, Eric was at his wit's end.Perhaps I should just build a nation for all of you!And another thing, you, the main male lead, stop hovering around me!...Auther: Please forgive my mistakes, as English is not my first language. I appreciate your understanding!