Longevity: Starting from Refining Gu - Chapter 117 - 98: Cultivating Personnel, Meat Gu at Hand!

As a true over-bearing president scum gong, when Xie He for the Nth time rejected his admirer, he heard a sentence in his head: “Congratulations on achieving the “rejects 100 hosts” accomplishment; as an award you will soon bind to the “Scum Gong and Cheap Shou” system, entering other worlds to complete capture missions.

Lin Wan regrets her inability to judge people and how she was deceived by a friend, eventually discarded by a worthless man, leading to her ruin and disgrace. She was forced to leave behind a vibrant and courageous person, ending up living a miserable life and facing a bleak old age.Reborn into another life, Lin Wan is determined not to repeat past mistakes. She is set on extinguishing her vain desires and living a truly remarkable life. She has many ambitions.But the most crucial one is: to win back the man who truly loves her once again. She plans to earn money, find him, marry him, and live a happy life together!

Collecting legendary antiques, retracing the mysterious martial arts. From the moment he activated his cheat, Casio knew that he was no longer ordinary.[Legendary Antiques: Wind Elephant Ivory Pendant]Seventy years ago, in the North Flow Country of the Hong Li Federation, at the Wind Elephant Gate Youth Training Camp.“Li Wei, you are a coward! On the day your sister was brutally murdered, you were trembling in a corner! On the night of the Sect Destruction War, you disgracefully fled! During the many long years of revenge, you missed the opportunity again and again!”“Now let me teach you what bravery is, let me tell you how to turn suffering into your power. I hope at the moment you behead your enemy, you will remember: you are a man, an upright man!”The taboo era, hidden legends. A Foggy continent paralyzed by the sealed land. Countless brilliant antiquities wail in the ruins.I will witness your lost legends in the mist, the knights in the sky, the ghosts in the desert, the rats in the mud. The direction of sword fights points to the light, and flowers will grow where bullets fall. The winds of history will eventually sweep away the rubbish from the era's gravesite.