Soul Land V: Rebirth of Tang San - Chapter 946 - 944: She Will Become Your Sister-in-Law

In the year of 2013, the tide of zombies outbreak exploded in everyone homeland, humanity launches a large-scale battle in the endless nights awaiting for the arrival of the dawn.

The end is approaching, is there going to be a way out for them?

Their faiths were shattered into pieces and buried in ashes in the raging fire.

But within the blazing fire, a newborn hope arise once again.

- Description from Novelupdates

Upon awakening, Su Changkong found himself transmigrated to a world thrown into chaos by war and rampaged by demon monsters, where his martial arts talent was mediocre. However, Su Changkong discovered that as long as his own “life span” increased, his talents and potential could also be “limitlessly” enhanced!Cultivating the Health-preserving Fist technique and practicing the qi of longevity! The path to immortality is littered with corpses, and Su Changkong embarked on a Martial Arts path where he would not perish, even if heaven and earth were to be annihilated!

As a snake catcher, Xu Ying has always been honest and diligent, until this day, he caught a different snake…

On the first day of March, the land of China was full of incense, and the statues guarding various villages, towns, cities, states and counties woke up one after another to enjoy the sacrifices of the common people.

However, from this day on, the world has been in chaos.

This book is also known as “Ninety-six Cultivation of Immortals”, “Zero Zero Seven Also Cultivates Truth”, “Inner Volume”, “Rolling to Death”, “No one TM wants to fly”, “Good Pit”, “The Big Pit is Deep”, “Help Me Up” ” At the age of thirty-five, my fortune came” and “The Appearance of the Great Demon King Xu” and so on!

- Description from novelbuddy

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.