The peerless expert, Pill Venerable Su Ming, was ambushed and assassinated, only to be reborn into his youth. From then on, a storm rises as he competes with geniuses from myriad races, restarting his legendary path! In this life, just watch as I tread upon the heavens and dominate the myriad races with a laugh!
Twenty-four years old, a summoner.
"Yes, I admit that I've repeatedly beaten my breath summons, causing them to become psychologically distorted. I often sign equal master-servant slave contracts with them, and I enjoy snatching their tribute fruit while kicking them like soccer balls. My specialty is beating them until they kneel down and beg for mercy and kowtow in apology. There's nothing I can do. My spiritual affinity is 1, and they won't obey. I can only use parent-child entertainment like armbars to bring them closer."
"You asked me why I insisted on playing Summoner?"
When facing the interview, Zhou Li could only speak calmly, "You can't reason with a lunatic like me who is driven by interest."
Modern man Fan Qing travels back in time to the 11th year of the Chongzhen Emperor's reign, when Li Zicheng suffered a crushing defeat at the Battle of Tongguan and Nanyuan. Leveraging known historical data, he rescues Li Zicheng from danger, helping him establish himself in the Shangluo Mountains and expand his influence in Henan. Due to Li Zicheng's flawed character and limited thinking, the two increasingly clash. Ultimately, Fan Qing seizes power in the Dashun Dynasty, stabilizing the people and alleviating their suffering. Externally, he resists foreign aggression and defeats the Eastern Tartars. He aims to enhance the might of China and rebuild the Dashun Dynasty...
Zhou An traveled to another world, called the Tianwu Continent! The moment he crossed over, he awakened the One Step Immortal role-playing system. He randomly drew a powerful character above the level of a Sanxian (Sanxian) to play as, merely gaining power. Wow, his first role-playing experience actually landed him a celestial general! As long as his role-playing progress reached 100%, he could draw a second character! He encountered a dragon at the start, immediately taking it as his mount and blinding everyone.
If a young person makes a mistake, he must correct it.
Repent for your ignorance, atone for your youth. Take up the spirit in your hand, flatten the three realms of Futian, and defend our homeland!
When Harry Potter was sorted into Slytherin, and when Grindelwald became the headmaster of Hogwarts, Owen knew that the familiar world was about to change beyond recognition.
Facing an increasingly collapsing world, an increasingly collapsing school, and an increasingly collapsing self, Owen can only maintain his life like this by doing magic at Hogwarts and raising a Dark Lord.
So, let us salute the birth of the third generation of Dark Lord Harry Potter!
Harry:? ? ? Why do I feel something is wrong?
"I am not a cunning dark wizard, just a magician motivated by interest." Owen Shafik said, "So, do you expect a miracle? It doesn't matter whether it's good or bad."
"Magic is a trick, and the greatest magic is to deceive the whole world!"
(The characters in the original work are not broken, but slightly dark.)
Zhu Zhankan traveled to the Ming Dynasty and became the sixth son of the crown prince Zhu Gaochi.
A task system was bound.
He wanted to guide the Ming Dynasty to the steam cyber with the help of the system.
Become a saint who will be famous for thousands of years.
Unexpectedly——
[Ding! ]
[Congratulations on obtaining the skill - rejuvenation guidance technique]
Cultivation skills? What kind of industrial revolution is that!
So far, the Ming Dynasty has lost a future industrial saint and gained an old man who cultivates immortality.
Expedition to Mobei, salt and iron commercial taxes, the spirit of national destiny, and the demise of the island country.
Step by step, the Ming Dynasty has built a unique immortal dynasty road since the Yongle Dynasty!
...
Many years later.
The path of cultivation is perfect and the martial arts are everywhere!
Zhu Di: "Shenjiying! Target 30,000 feet, set up the beast core cannon! Fire!"
Zhu Gaochi: "Son, look at the latest elixir? It's not me who wants it, it's your mother who needs it..."
Zhu Gaoxu: "Nephew, when will you let your second uncle go back to cultivate immortality? The sand west of Mobei is too unpalatable."
In response, Zhu Zhankan said: I am just a cultivator out of interest! ...
Ten thousand immortals seek the Tao, and ten thousand Taos come to pay homage!
Three hundred years ago, Chen Shaojun was brought to the immortal sect by his master. Due to his bloodline, it was difficult for him to practice martial arts, but he was gifted in refining weapons and became a generation of weapon master. Together with his six senior brothers in the sect, he was called the "Seven Saints of the Big Dipper".
Due to a drastic change, his master was killed, Beidou fell, Chen Shaojun was banished to the mortal world and reincarnated as the son of the Minister of Commerce.
Time flies, and now he is just an ant in the world.
However, this upheaval also opened up the limitations on him.
Master: "If it weren't for the limitations of your bloodline, your achievements would be unimaginable even to me!"
The scholar preaches, and the ghosts and gods listen!
Just look at how the former King of Weapons rose step by step, approached the heavenly road, and headed for the immortal path, making all the heavens and worlds tremble!
Take a bowl, fill it with soil, count one, two, three, four, five. Plant a toad and it becomes a train, plant a soybean and it becomes a tiger. Cultivate a skillful craft, enjoy a lifetime of happiness without suffering. There are 360 paths in life, but who rules each road? That carpenter is skilled, his ink lines divide yin and yang with a flick of his finger, his mortise and tenon joints subdue the eight directions. This blacksmith is capable, his furnace roars with iron fire, his hammer strikes a thousand times, splitting dawn and dusk. There's also a tailor with great ambition, his every thread shaping the world, his needle determining yin and yang. And then there's the cook with a ruthless heart, his iron stove burning like hell, his blade wielding wind and thunder, his bones as fuel. In Wansheng Prefecture, a thousand people, a thousand faces, ten thousand lives, ten thousand changes. Zhang Laifu stands in the sea of people, laughing triumphantly, "Come on, follow me and enjoy happiness!"
Zhang Yuan wakes up to find himself drenched in acid rain from the Warhammer 40K universe. Good news: he's been picked up by a grumbling, down-on-his-luck old merchant ronin who, in his drunken stupor, has changed the name of his family's "empire's strongest financial product"—the Merchant Ronin Agreement—to Zhang Yuan's! Bad news: the Orks are here, and the old man, to cover him, charges into the Orc horde with the "Last Laugh" pistol (the real "Last Laugh"), which has a 30% misfire rate. To save a little kid, Zhang Yuan swings a lightweight alloy door panel—as light as a takeout cooler lid—at the Orks. But to the Orks, it instantly transforms into a "giant sword radiating the holy light of the Second Brother!" The more the Orks fear him, the harder he swings, carving out the title of "Emperor's Chosen" and turning the hive into "Zhang Yuan's Pleasure House" with his worshippers. Until the new planetary governor, rubbing his hands together, packaged him and his two remaining disabled brothers as a "tithing special" and sent them to the Astronomical Army. Upon boarding, the female Inquisitor, who always assigned him "suicidal" missions, unexpectedly found his exposed trade agreement—it appeared to be stained with the Emperor's old nasal blood… no, the Holy Blood Seal! Now, the Inquisitor is frantically running to verify this "noble installment contract." If valid, Zhang Yuan, whom the governor had just thrown onto the battlefield like trash, might soon return to use the Longfellow family's interstellar treasury to buy the governor's golden toilet to use as a chamber pot. "If only I had stuffed in a couple more green toes when it was buy-one-get-two-free…"—a governor, slumped in the rain, was contemplating a cosmic-level financial blunder.