MTL - Heavenly Farmer - Chapter 311 How long can I live?

A mission for justice that spans across two lifetimes, a fresh beginning that presents a new opportunity to succeed where he once failed. In a time of grave peril for a world on the brink of anarchy, a hero rises like a phoenix from its own ashes to offer a faint glimmer of hope.Armed with his wealth of knowledge and experience from his past life, as well as an almighty cultivation art obtained under mysterious circumstances, Fang Che sets out to exact vengeance on the Church of the Self-Righteous, a blight on the entire continent and the ones that had put an end to his past life.Original blurb:The long night shrouds the world, and the dawn is delayed.Evil descends upon the earth, and living beings suffer.He wanders in the long night, strolling upon the edge of a blade, swaying between the clouds and hell.Igniting the fire of the star soul.Since the long night stretches on, I shall be the ruler of the night.

She had a request for him and was forced to sign a contract with him.After the contract expired, he actually wanted to discuss renewing it.'I can cook.' One day when she came home, she saw a table full of various delicacies.'I can make money.' In the office, he laid a row of Black Cards in front of her.There was even one night, when she returned home, he calmly looked at her and said, 'I can also...!''......'So that night, someone posted online seeking help: Urgent, waiting online, what to do when entangled with a domineering CEO?

What is a Daoist Master? One that is imageless in ten directions and vanishes in the six paths; unrestrained by the three realms and the five elements.

Standing last among those sailors, Byron was shoved roughly onto that narrow gangplank by the pirates.Just a short distance beneath his feet churned blood-steeped waves and dozens of gaping mouths filled with sharp teeth!“Thud.”He could only watch helplessly as the sharks opened their mouths, stirring up turbulent currents in the ocean as they bit viciously towards him!However, the [Sailing Logbook] formed before his eyes and wrote furiously on its own:“The ancient blood of the Bayfolk within you begins to boil.Spiritual sublimation commences!”