You Practice Immortality, I Farm - Chapter 117: Nine layers of qi training, treatment of different anacondas

Li Rui had lived to to seventy without any cheat or golden finger. Looking back on his life, he had gained nothing and accomplished nothing. Just as he’s been worn down by the years and resigned to his fate, he unexpectedly awakened the Perfect Life System.“Come on, tell me, how is a seventy-year-old man who’s about to kick the bucket supposed to live a perfect life?!”【You are born with the Martial Bone, and from the moment of your birth, you are destined to become the world’s number one. You gain the talent – Martial Bone.】【At the age of ten, you join a renowned sect and shine in the sect’s grand tournament, gaining fame and attracting the attention of an immortal teacher. You acquire the talent – Divine Skill Mastery.】Looking at 【Gains the favor of an immortal maiden, becoming a divine couple】, he fell silent.“Seventy years old is just the right age to start doing things!”…Many years later.Li Rui finally emerges with the supreme innate Dao fetus, slaying ten thousand demons, breaking ten thousand evils, and ruling over the immortal realm for a hundred thousand years. He is hailed by the world as the Evergreen Immortal Venerable.

“I, Benson Walton, reject you, Selma Payne, from being my future Luna and mate.

“If you’re sensible, you’ll find a quiet place to die on your own, instead of tarnishing our people’s glory.

“You’re just an ugly toad. Stay in the mud quietly, and don’t burden our pack.”

On Benson’s nineteenth birthday, he found out that we were destined mates. But I didn’t expect that he would rather endure great pain than accept me. Every word he said smashed directly into my heart, and the pain made me tremble uncontrollably.

I learned I wasn’t my parents’ biological child when I was sixteen. Although they thought of me as an angel that a stork had given them, it didn’t change the fact that I was a weak, little human.

I was just a soft egg who would fall over with a poke, a loser who couldn’t even see the road without help from the moonlight. My existence brought shame to my parents, and to my pack!

Perhaps I should have died in the woods from the start. With that thought in mind, I decided to return them a pure and unblemished pack tonight.

So, I jumped off a cliff and thought I would die. I never imagined I would be saved, and my true identity turned out to be the Lycan King’s only daughter who had been lost eighteen years ago. I was also heir to the throne!

That surprised me a lot. I was actually a werewolf? But… Why was I so weak? Was this all just a mistake?

To become a qualified heir, I concealed my identity and received training. However, could that frivolous instructor who was in charge of training me really help me awaken my wolf, or was he simply taking advantage of me?

As I grew stronger and became a public figure, others attacked and plotted against me many times. Did they have anything to do with those who kidnapped me all those years ago?

I have to catch them! I’ll protect my family, and my lover!

After crossing over into the game world he had played before, Su Nan finds himself as a nobleman who has lost his title. At this time, the continent is still a barren wasteland of elements; powerful wizards abandoned this world a thousand years ago to explore the multiverse, becoming little more than elusive legends.Only Su Nan knows that, a thousand years later, the elements will revive, the wizards will return, and the continent is about to enter a prosperous era of magic.So, his task is quite simple: work hard to cultivate and become a wizard, surviving until the age of wizards arrives!“Resource-poor?”“There’s nothing for it; I’ll just have to synthesize everything myself.”Su Nan opens the synthesis cube. This is the story of a traveler with a player panel and a synthesis cube, leveraging a slight advantage of foresight to make a name for himself in a foreign world.

Lin ShuYi was sentenced to death by the traitorous Emperor for a treasonous crime he didn’t commit. Before drinking the poisonous wine on the execution ground, he stared up at the snow falling from the sky and said to himself, “This is for the best, I will be a cook in my next life! I miss roast chicken…”