MTL - Doraemon: My Nobita! Join Chat Group - Chapter 51

Going against the heavens, Tuoba Ye reincarnated. Body concealing Divine Root, hands holding Divine Talisman, possessing previous life’s experiences, from childhood, began cultivating the most difficult body refining method: Mythical Nine Transformations.

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Dressed as [fantasy world] [patriarch], portray the fantasy world as realistic as possible from the perspective of the family, grow spiritual fields, raise spiritual fish, develop various family industries in an all-round way, support salted fish elders to become ancestors to serve as umbrellas, and inspire juniors to bravely venture The Holy Land Academy has come to the fore.

It is not a fantasy of passionate combat, but is based on the promotion of various family industries, capital, facilities, domestic servants, family generals, clansmen, guest officials, in-laws and other elements. Trying to see the “old-fashioned” fantasy world from a fresh perspective.

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An Jing had transmigrated into the body of an ancient farm girl whom everyone could bully.On the day she crossed over, she was sold. Alright, seizing the servitude contract, stepping on her good-for-nothing parents, she held her freedom in her grasp, she was in charge of her marriage, she called the shots for her future—nobody could point fingers at her!An Jing assertively slapped her servitude contract onto the man beside her, “Keep it safe, from now on I belong to you.”The man: “......”The man doted on her. Whatever she wanted to do, she did, and they even teamed up to torment all sorts of scum. The couple's life was incredibly satisfying.It's just that the man's identity...(A gratifying story, with both strong male and female leads, 1v1 pampering)

For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.“Is there magic in this world?”Facing Bailuo’s question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, “No.”“But there are miracles.”“What are miracles?”“A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit.”The uncle said, “Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder.”“Magic!”Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, “This is definitely magic!”“No.”His uncle said, “These are truly miracles.”Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, “This is a miracle…”