MTL - Reborn in Brazil As a Plutocrat - Chapter 461 MiG 15 and F-86

A hundred centuries ago, Daoist Jing Yuan died from lightning. A hundred centuries later, he comes back to life, but discovers that the stars have shifted and the world has transformed by leaps and bounds.

Marketplace: Selling herbs for 10 coppers each, alleviates fevers and detoxifies, reduces swelling and relieves pain.

Jing Yuan: Isn’t this the main precious herb used for Foundation Establishment Pills?

Auction house: Advanced level cultivation method starting at 30,000 spirit-stones!

Jing Yuan: Isn’t this the trashiest cultivation method you could find anywhere on the streets?

Art gallery: “The 100 Influential Figures of the Cultivation World”

Jing Yuan: Aren’t these my good friends A, B, C, D and old enemies 1, 2, 3, 4?

Bookstore: “Jing Yuan: A Biography“, “Memoirs of Jing Yuan“, “An Intro to Daoist-Master Jing Yuan’s Legendary Life“, “Honored Master Jing Yuan Teaches You How to Guide Qi into the Body“, “The Seven Habits of Founder Jing Yuan”

Jing Yuan: ?? Isn’t this me? Wait, when did I gain seven habits?

The companions he once journeyed with have long passed away, and not even 1/10 of the formerly glorious cultivation legacies remain. Yet, in this world without him, his legend still exists. This kind of feeling, is a bit embarrassing…

- Description from Novelupdates

I am a female secretary of an overbearing president in a typical dog blood drama text.

The kind of person who doesn’t have a name at the end of the day, and could only be called “secretary”, one who wears a tight fitting black dress and a pair of 10cm high heels every day, running around in front of the president, humbly praying for the president’s attention, and hating the heroine.

In fact, I really don’t. If I like the president, I’ll be struck by lightning.

I’m getting more and more sick of the president lately. Except for the outstanding appearance that the author forced on him, this person is really useless from head to toe, low in EQ, and low in IQ.

A legendary business genius who is all-powerful, but he doesn’t even understand anything, chickens know more than him.

I had to reject all of his unreasonable demands every day, and on the way, teach him relevant knowledge of economic law and finance, and gradually…he became a master.

I’m so tired, I really want to quit my job.

- Description from Novelupdates

After Lu Yao wore a book and became an almighty boss who dressed as a woman and dressed as a man, he was either on the hot search or on the way to the hot search.

[Hot Search 1: Lu Yao decides to quit the King team]

Netizen: Haha, the FW who entered the team through the back door has finally broken the contract!

The next day, the Glory of Kings list was refreshed, and Lu Yao’s data dominated the list.

KING team official blog: We decided to add 10 times the salary to try to retain Lu Yao.

Netizen: ? ? ?

[Hot Search 2: Lu Yao’s help in charity is a model for young people]

Netizen: Donating some scraps of iron is also embarrassing to say that it is a charity! When who hasn’t donated money?

Charity Federation Press Conference: Thank you Mr. Lu Yao for donating 1 billion yuan to build Hope Primary School.

Netizen: ? ? ?

[Hot search 3: Lu Yao got drunk at the celebration banquet, the captain Zhan Shen took good care of him, and he was the favorite of the powerful group! 】

Netizen: Will Lu Yao die without a man? Stay away from our brother Zhanshen!

The next day, Weibo posted a video of two people in the car, Zhan Shen actively begging for a kiss and being kicked off by Lu Yao…

Netizen: …? ?

- Description from novelbuddy

I am a princess, moreover, I am a fool of a princess.

Born in the imperial palace, my appearance is as average as that of the white radish and cabbages in the fields. Throughout the four seasons of the year, my face is always displaying a dull expression, eyes forever shrouded in haze.

But in reality, I know of the secrets within this palace.

Including hers, his, and theirs.

Just leisurely living my days comfortably in the palace like this, I firmly believe I can continue to play dumb to the end.

Taking your hand, dragging you away. Not leaving you say? Very well, close the doors and release the hounds. (Expressionless face)