My Daily Life of Farming in the World of Cultivation - Chapter 175 - 15 The Cultivation of Spirit Bamboo_3

HAPPYENDING -THERAPEUTIC – SWEETANDCOOL

Lin Jiao and Gu Quan have been in a relationship for two years. For his sake, she played the good and obedient little lady, willing to be as humble as possible. She thought that Gu Quan loved her as much as she did.But at a party, she heard him say to someone, “Lin Jiao is very nice, but she’s not her.”It was only then that Lin Jiao realized how ridiculous she must seem to others. She left behind all the resentment and obsession and sadly exited the stage as he had a sweetheart he could not forget.-Later, Gu Quan was remorseful, and managed to find Lin Jiao.

He grabbed her hand tightly and said in a hoarse, pained voice, “Jiaojiao, forgive me, okay?” He was hoping that she would forgive him easily as she had always done. However, he was alarmed when a certain figure walked into his line of sight.“Darling,” he said as he pulled Lin Jiao backward, giving Gu Quan a smug look. He leaned over to Lin Jiao, touching her face softly. “Let’s continue?”

Draven Noctaris, Lord Of The Vampires, wakes from a thousand-year sleep, ready to rebuild his harem and save his bloodline from a new threat, but the world is not as he remembers.His estate is filled with a bunch of new women, but the world is filled with a bunch of new enemies, some stronger than he could have ever expected.Still, he swears to fix everything and reclaim his spot as strongest in Velhalla. The Noctaris Vampires will rise again, and all will bend to his will. No matter the cost.

Strong? Handsome? Savage? Badass?It's all about the intelligence quotient, my friend.————PS: Mutation shouldn't be mistaken for enlightenment.

The year was 2026, and the world wasn't what it used to be. Ever since the Abyss Gates cracked open three years ago, spilling monsters and dungeons across the planet, life had turned into a chaotic mess. Cities were half-ruined, half-rebuilt, and people clung to whatever normalcy they could find. Hunters—those brave or crazy enough to fight the monsters—became the new heroes. Everyone else? Well, they just tried to survive.Fin wasn't a Hunter. He wasn't a hero either.He was just… Fin. A lanky 19-year-old with messy brown hair, a chipped front tooth from a dumb skateboard accident, and a power that everyone called useless. Absorption. Sounds cool, right? Like he could suck up energy or steal someone's strength. Nope. All it did was let him “feel” things he touched a little more than normal. He could tell you the exact texture of a brick wall or how warm a coffee mug was—big whoop. No fireballs, no super strength, no flashy moves. Just a glorified touchy-feely trick.“Fin, you gonna eat that sandwich or just stare at it like it's gonna confess its life story?” Meg's voice snapped him out of his thoughts.He blinked and looked across the rickety table at his best friend. Meg was short, loud, and had a wild mop of dyed purple hair that she swore made her look “intimidating.” It didn't.