MTL - I Became the Ancestor of the Villain - Chapter 131 I'm back

As a top-ranking swordsman, he knew very well that there was no such thing as a 'Munchkin' in the world he was in.

But it seemed that he was wrong all the while.

'I should slowly stop getting stronger now... But can I really do this?'

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Every time Feng Qi rewrote reality, the future would change.

Having personally witnessed the demise of human civilization 1500 years in the future, Feng Qi, who accidentally obtained the ability to travel to the future, decided to keep restarting the timeline. Through the intelligence he gained from his attempts, he fought to give human civilization a fighting chance.

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Su Yu grew up in a single-parent family with his father. He lived a relatively simple life and was not someone with grand ambitions. He only aspired to join a research academy and get a job as a researcher, staying far away from the dangerous battlefield. His peaceful life was shattered one day when his father, a retired veteran, decided to return to the battlefield.

Worried about his father, Su Yu embarked on a journey to gain enough strength to join his father on the battlefield. What was the fastest way to gain strength? Joining a war academy. Or was that really the case? Su Yu soon learned that the path of a researcher was not as it seemed. Unlike the war academies that focused on physical cultivation, the research academies walked a different path: mental cultivation. Which path would Su Yu choose?

Join Su Yu in his adventures as he walks a unique path of cultivation and rises to the apex of cultivation.

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The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’!?”