MTL - Who Told Him To Cultivate Immortality! - Chapter 94 divination

A Mature Lady: You have a house?

Jiang Xiu: I can cultivate.

A Ms. Perfect: You have a car?

Jiang Xiu: I can cultivate.

A Loli: Big Brother Jiang Xiu, do you have a seven-figure bank balance?

Jiang Xiu: I can cultivate.

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Jiang Xiu once transmigrated to the Immortal Martial Continent, living out a long life there and establishing himself with renowned fame. He finds himself waking up to strange circumstances and discovers that he’s returned back home. What happened exactly? And what’ll he do from now on? Follow Jiang Xiu as he deals with the crazy scenarios fate has in store for him.

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Waking up after a sound sleep, Xie Mingzhe reincarnated into the future world. Here a holographic trading card game is popular around the Galaxy, many professional card players and card designers coming to the fore.

——The competition is about to begin. Every player, please show your cards!

Other players’ set of playing cards: Thousand-year-old God Tree, Flame Dragon and Ice-crystal Phoenix!

Xie Mingzhe’s set of playing cards: Zhuge Liang, Diao Chan, Cao Cao and Sun Quan… (They are all important historical figures from the period of the Three Kingdoms in ancient China, AD 220 – 280)

Xie Mingzhe uses his unprecedented Character Cards with strange skills in the competition.

Audience: What the hell →_→

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Xiang Nuan starts to play this game because of a certain famous gamer. Later, however, she finds out that the game is much more interesting than the man…

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I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.