Journey to the West: Tang Monk Conquers Everything - Chapter 570: Dad Hits Child

Gawain is dead and was transmigrated, but there was a slight problem during the process.
After floating for more than a hundred thousand years on a different continent, he felt that he might need a body to become a complete transmigrator, but he did not expect that…

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Su Xiaoxiu failed the college entrance exam and was admitted to a private university instead. Looking at the expensive tuition bill, her whole family was worried about how to pay for it. Should she take a gap year and retake the exam?

Just then, she suddenly got a progress system that gave her money every time she walked somewhere?! Looking at the large amount of money in the system, she was determined to improve herself and contribute something useful to society.

Shen Xiaoxiao had traveled through time, landing in an era of a place named Minze Country. Regretfully, she had transformed from a well-beloved, wealthy heiress to a disregarded money pit, unloved by her grandparents. However, the heavens had always been kind to her, offering her a portable space as compensation. Follow her journey as she rises to wealth in this primitive era, helps the populace lead happy and peaceful lives, and lets everyone in the Minze Dynasty know about their blessing of a Princess as beautiful as the country itself.The new novel “The Famous and Fortunate Farmer Girl” has been published. Everyone is welcome to have a look.

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.