I Became A Zompirewolf - Chapter 747 A Duel Of Life And Death (2)

Dual CultivationIt was the fastest cultivation method. The connection between two bodies, revealing the pleasure of being a man or a woman, this method had caught the eyes of several cultivators.But for someone who only had his eyes on something else, it was supposed to be nothing but a mere tool of progression.While others would add their dual cultivation partner to their harem, he only wanted to use them for his benefit. So, what would be better than giving him a simulation?An unknown system that carries the simulation for dual cultivation. It has met several people who couldn't walk on the path of dual cultivation and ended up losing themselves.But now, it had finally met a Host who was made for dual cultivation. A host who could separate reality from the simulation, a host who wouldn't lose himself in the pleasure of dual cultivation, and a host who despite having the benefits of the simulation would rely on himself to get stronger.This is the story of a young man who sees his dreams far greater than others. Even if he had no means to fulfill it.But, what if he did? What if he was granted the means to fulfill his dream?When granted the chance, he dived into the path of Dual Cultivation in Simulation without any hesitation.#######While this story is focused on dual cultivation, it would focus more on the real world since that's where the story truly progresses. The simulation would be similar to the storytelling and it will slowly progress.Note- Don't read this book if you are not into mc dual cultivating with others people' women.******* If you like this book, then support me with all the support you can give.Thank you for reading!

The world’s worst offense, is called Love.

The summer I was 17. A painting I created was sold. For 1.4 billion won.

In the Jiuxiao Continent, martial arts is respected. The weak are like ants living in the ruins of dark alleys, while the strong are like dragons roaring and gathering at the top of the clouds. The laws of this place use blood as ink and bones as inkstones. A three-foot-long sword can split the sun and the moon, and a murderous thought can stir up a bloody wind. There was once a drunk madman who trampled eighteen royal cities to pieces. Wherever the sword pointed, thousands of miles of mountains and rivers were dyed red. There was also a saint who lowered his eyes to calm the nine thunder tribulations, and with a flick of his sleeves, a golden lotus suddenly appeared in the abyss.