Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 937: The Eight Gates Banners
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1157- End of the street
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 10.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 612: Allowing It Once or Twice
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 315: Will
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 237: Good Things
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1156- Competition Speed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 936: A Struggle of Dao Orthodoxies
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1155- Splitting unhappily
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 9
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 611: Old Friends Don't Meet Often
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 236: Infiltration
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 314: What Kind of Kids Do You Teach?
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1154- Not willing to accept being managed
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 935: Release
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1153- Plant Master
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 8
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 610: Since Time Immemorial, the World Doesn't Change
She couldn’t hold her curiosity back and wished to inquire. “Long Di, you—”
Suddenly, a peaceful and benevolent voice drifted over. “Amitabha, don’t frighten the young benefactor.”
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Yaomu Shou was shocked by the new arrival and quickly rushed even closer to Long Di’s side with her sword drawn.
She looked over to where the voice came from to see a young monk approaching them with the Anjali Mudra on display.
His head was bald and there was a single dot on the centre of his forehead. His entire skin was a beautiful bronze colour.
His eyebrows were shaped like crescent moons while his smile was warm and inviting.
One would take him for a sincere monk if it wasn’t for the grease that covered his mouth and the oil-stained Kasaya he wore. This instantly destroyed his image as a monk who followed Buddhist teachings.
“Who are you!?” Yaomu Shou was wary of this new arrival since his strength was a cut above those she’d seen so far.
Though she didn’t take her cultivation seriously because of her free-spirited nature, she was well aware of her strength. It was not something that just anyone in the younger generation could come close to, so she grew suspicious of this monk’s identity.
Even more weird was that Long Di didn’t react to this.
“Amitabha,” the monk stated once again before he bowed toward Yaomu Shou with that same smile. His eyes smiled so much that they were closed into slits.
He continuously sniffed the air, obviously enamoured by the scent of the roasting meat.
“Dear benefactor, this monk was taking a stroll to celebrate the ending of my fast when I saw the two benefactors enjoying each other’s company. I thought I would pay a visit, is all, to spread the teachings of Buddha.”
Though the monk spoke to Yaomu Shou, his eyes never left the roasting Monarch Gale Crow.
“Then why are you drooling?” Yaomu Shou asked with her sword still pointing at him.
The monk didn’t even try to hide the drool that drained from the side of his mouth before he used his Kasaya to wipe it off in a sloppy manner.
“Is the benefactor aw
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