Lord of Glory - Chapter 68: The Power Of The All-Seeing Eye

This is a story of Xia An, a transmigrator from the end of the world, who transmigrates into the body of a cannon fodder who was the mother of the villain.

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“I’m going to adopt a child.”Duke Ferio Voreoti’s impulsive decision shocked everyone in the mansion.Not only did he make her his daughter, but he also gave her the name of a ‘beast’ that only direct members of the bloodline could receive.“Even as you breathe right now, I’m earning money.”“It’s confidence, not arrogance.”“My face really does have its advantages.”The most arrogant father in the whole world, and“I love muscles the most. Let’s get muscular.”“Show me your thigh muscles! Your bu*t would be even better!”“You’re nothing but a flower if you have a calm personality…”his corrupted(?) daughter.And…“I will give his excellency the information he wants most.”“Information I want most, you say…”“You won’t regret it.”…A stepmother(?) with a strange secret as well.

Tan Shuchang had always considered himself born into a scholarly family and had also been a young star atop the honor roll, a true parasite of the upper class. He should have been holding significant local authority, receiving endless gifts, spending boundless money, enjoying innumerable years, and marrying countless concubines. How had he ended up becoming a demonic cultivator? After pondering for a long time and still not understanding, he slowly emerged from the pool of blood, deciding to think it over gradually…

Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife. The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them. Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties. The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine. Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles. The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era. The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.