The Regressor Can Make Them All - Chapter 165

After forming ties with Tang Zichen of the secret Tang sect, Wang Chao began to rely on his exceedingly unusual determination to slowly walk towards the peak of martial arts. Fighting masters of every form of martial arts, joining and betraying the mysterious organization, and even joining every faction of power!

In the era of interstellar warfare, every melee mech will be paired with a long-range sniper mech to cover the battle.
The sniper mecha master Yan Xueshan (beta) and the melee mecha master Arthur (alpha) are just such a pair. The two have been together for six years.
The upcoming Armageddon is a near-death battle.
the day before.
Yan Xueshan: “Remember to write a suicide note in advance.”
Arthur said frustratedly: “I have only one regret. If I die this time, I will be a virgin until I die.”
Yan Xueshan snorted coldly: “…no promise.”
Arthur asked pitifully, “Master, can you fulfill my dying wish??”
Yan Xueshan: “?”
How absurd.
But Yan Xueshan thought about it, this is his comrade-in-arms, whose life and death intersect, chastity counts as a p- OK, I agreed! !
However, after the Armageddon, none of them died.
Not only did they become war heroes, Arthur also turned into a federal prince.
Arthur took out the marriage application, just one signature, and said honestly and faithfully: “Master, didn’t you say that you will go back to get married and retire after this battle? You help me fulfill my wish, and I will help you fulfill my wish too!”
Yan Xueshan: … something seems to be wrong?

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(Immortal Cultivation+Meeting a Perfect Match+Shura Field+Invincible Flow+Upgrade Flow+Playing the Pig and Eating the Tiger)—What is cultivation? When I think back to the past, cultivation was, as a baby, kicking my legs over and over again—kicking on the bed, kicking on the ground, kicking every single day. Cultivation was, as I grew older, swinging my sword again and again—slashing here, cutting there. Cultivation became, as I matured, the repeated harmony of yin and yang—busy tonight, and busy again tomorrow night. … My name is Xu Ming. I have never cared about the stipends given to me by those sect masters, noble ladies, or princesses.I said to her, “Can you give me a room closer to yours? I need to report my work to you at any moment.” Even if I accomplish nothing every day, I just want to watch how she cultivates. I…

“But he is a good man,” she argued to see his eyes narrow at her words.