Who Let Him Cultivate?! - Chapter 1228 - 127: Earthquake in the Wild State Officialdom

Fang Ze transmigrated to a world filled with superpowers and became a police. Initially, he planned to carry out his duties diligently. However, by chance, he discovered that his true identity was actually a criminal who had been arrested. The police faked his identity and made him believe that he was one of them. Then, they utilized his remaining memories to solve the case and identify his accomplices. They had set up a huge operation and were ready to capture him and his accomplices at any time! Fortunately, he acquired a superpower called the Midnight Investigation Room. At midnight every day, he could conduct an investigation on a chosen target. During his investigation, not only could he hear the actual thoughts running through the head of his subject, he could also acquire different items based on the value of the information he collected. Some of the items he acquired included: a mushroom that could sustain its host’s beauty forever; a credit card that allowed its users to loan from the future unlimitedly; a loyal assassin troop that lurked in the shadow; a demon eye that allowed its user to pry into the other world; a kobold that could learn and train with double efficiency on behalf of its master; seeds that could be attached to enemies’ bodies to make them puppets; and tapes that could transform human bodies into rocks when applied. In order to resolve his crisis, he collected information and investigated the case while improving his ability and expanding his influence. Unfortunately, he uncovered an even bigger scheme after solving his case. This entire world turned out to be a scheme! Many years later, Fang Ze sat on the throne of the King of Darkness. Accumulated beneath his throne were the countless skulls of his enemies.

The Night Has Come, and kermesinus moon ascends in the sky.Hoarse whispers flow at the street corners, and brass steam machines spew out bloody mist.Your brain is singing a hymn, eyes are chanting a melody.Skin cracks, and flesh buds swell.Amidst the Mist, the wall of flesh that has devoured thousands of corpses wails endlessly—“Weep not, our players don't bite, they just want to play with you.”Annan, the lone strategist, the top player, the savior of the mist-covered continent, the leader of the Thirteen Saints, the friend of the Twelve True Gods, the king of pioneers, “the Just”, the Gatekeeper of the Fourth Calamity, the uncrowned deity, advised kindly.

Faye Townsend went from Anchester's most beautiful socialite to Anchester's number one abandoned woman in just one day.On the morning of her scheduled abortion, Hunter Warren's lawyer delivered the divorce agreement.“Miss Townsend, Mr. Warren's intention is to sign this and you can save the declining Townsend Family. The condition is that you and he must sever all ties cleanly.”Faye signed her name without hesitation and smiled lightly, “Go back and tell your Mr. Warren, thank you for his generosity.”She loved him for eight years, and he despised her for eight years.Thus, her one-sided love affair finally came to an end.That day, headlines across the city announced Hunter Warren's grand wedding with his beloved Zenia Yates.The photograph of the two gazing deeply into each other's eyes was a stab in Faye's heart.She still remembered how Zenia once held her hand during their university days, asking, “Isla, is Hunter Warren's family really that powerful?”“Yes, very powerful.”Zenia smiled enviously, “Being engaged to a man like that, you must be over the moon.”It only took one night for Faye to go from Anchester's number one abandoned woman to its number one socialite.Rumors spread about Mr. Warren's ex-wife jumping into the bed of his archrival, Oliver Turner.Eight months later, she prematurely gave birth to a baby boy in a private hospital.After six years of studying abroad, she returned with her son.At the airport, she unexpectedly ran into her ex-husband. She passed by him with her child, ignoring him.Hunter squinted slightly, turning his head to watch.Only to hear the child, who looked about seventy percent similar to him as a child, disdainfully say in his childish voice, “Isla, so that's your ex-husband? Your taste was really terrible back then.”“Yes, I was blind back then. After all, who hasn't stepped in something unpleasant in the past? Stop nagging, your dad is waiting for us.”When they met again, he cornered her in the hospital hallway.“Regarding that child, don't you think you owe me an explanation?”She really liked that song lyric.We have to owe each other, otherwise, what is there to look back on?We have to owe each other, we must have lingering ties.Those who enjoy this story, please add it to your collection, kisses~New story recommendation:South Town's Five Young Masters, third releaseSweet Marriage, Mr. Quan Dominates His Wife http://novel.hongxiu.com/a/1315957/ Bookmarking for collection, collection, collection underway~South Town's Five Young Masters features Quan Nan Zhao, the most domineering and decisive, who remains single at thirty-two while his heart constantly thinks of a woman.On the day South Town University South Campus was established, he saw those long-missed eyes among the faculty, and also smelled the familiar scent on her…(This story is a sweet, romantic comedy, non-reconciling story, if you like it, bookmark it first~)

Qi Condensation. Foundation Establishment. Core Formation. In the current world, only these three realms are known to be achievable. Nascent Soul is but a legend and the realms above it lost to the the long river of time. The modern era is known as Cultivation Civilization, a balance of power and civility, excess and moderation. While cultivation remains a secret practice, it has long since exposed itself to the mundane world, quietly intertwined with each facet of society. While the world appears to be at peace, what lies underneath is a conflict between human, cultivator, and demon, brewing for ages and waiting to implode. Yet in the wake of humanity’s rapid industrialization, qi—and consequently cultivation—is dying.