My Magical System - Chapter 233

An unknown disciple from a small sect battling against the strongest in the cultivation world! The long journey working at cultivation, the realization of destiny and the chance to reach the apex of the world.

Some are born great, some achieve greatness and some have greatness thrust upon them. Zuo Mo is a zombie faced low level cultivator in a minor sect of a little world. Ever since he was picked up by the sect leader two years ago, he has no memories of his earlier life except a recurring nightmare. Navigating the rigid class structure and intricacies of the cultivation world, as one of the lowest possible of the lowest class, Zuo Mo’s dream is to earn money, and lots of it, through being a spiritual plant farmer.

A chance occurrence reveals that someone powerful had changed Zuo’s features and erased his mind. The money grubbing zombie decides to set out on a journey of cultivation to find out answers. Fate colludes with chance, the drums of war are beating, the ghost of his past is coming… …

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18 years have passed since I was born as Allen, the eldest son of an earl in this world, while still retaining my memories of the present world. This world is peaceful and a stable society. The only extraordinary thing is that I was reincarnated into a world that is lenient on the existence of concubines. I selected a silver-haired maid as a sex slave and second wife candidate from among 10 candidates after a strict fellatio practical exam. I then lived an erotic life at home and at school as an attendant, but my reincarnated life is so fulfilling that I'm worried it will explode, as my busty childhood friend, a noble girl who was unsuccessful, ran for the third wife candidate, and my stepmother, who was my virgin partner, was sold off.

“Zhong Nuannuan, your charges have been withdrawn. The courts have declared you innocent and pronounced you not guilty for murder. You can leave prison now. Your family is waiting for you in the waiting room outside.” Zhong Nuannuan was startled. She pushed the female prison guard to the side and ran toward the waiting room. She did not even bother to put on her shoes. If not for the icy feeling she felt at every step of the way reminding her that this was not a dream, Zhong Nuannuan would not have believed that she had resurrected.
As she burst through the doors and saw him again, she knew in her heart, that this time she would get it right. This time she would cherish him properly and hopefully, just hopefully, turn her own fate around.