Detective Conan: Death Note - Chapter 342: Strike While the Iron is Hot

In 2036, mankind landed on the fluorescent Mars for the first time.

In 2052, the first World Budo Tournament will be held, which is also the world’s highest fighting event, and the world is enthusiastic about it.

Xu Jingming, the world’s top player “Gun Demon”, chose to retire when he was twenty-six years old, with an injury left by the competition…

A turbulent new era has begun!

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Zhou Yanci, who was blessed by the heavenly official, in this life, only wants to let himself go.

Whoever blocks it, whoever it is!

  Delicate daughters want to counterattack, and smart girls are much happier.

Xianggong: The lady has turned black, the husband is so scared!

  Your town house expert has brought the aura of Hongfu Qitian to the hot line.

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After 6,000 years of development by the immortal sect on Planet Earth, all of the leyline spiritual energy was controlled by the country. They only released enough spiritual energy for the cultivators to breathe. If a cultivator wanted to use the spiritual energy to train themselves, they would have to pay the immortal sect for that.

Chen Mobai was a senior high school student at the Fifth High School of the Immortal Sect. He was studying for his entrance exam at the colleges of the immortal sect. His biggest dream was to achieve the Foundation Establishment Realm until he was transmigrated to a cultivation world.

“There’s no one here despite how dense the spiritual energy is?”

“Wait! Isn’t this the legendary spiritual herb? Are these not extinct here?”

“Huh? Is this the method to extract one’s Spiritual Root? Also, isn’t this a divine technique?”

“What a powerful cultivator! Please accept me as your disciple!”

As his life in the cultivation world continued, his dream changed.

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