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
A week passed before a muffled bang rang out that startled everyone awake.
It was early morning right now, and the dew had yet to disappear from the leaves of the trees and the herbs.
A crisp morning air rushed into the nostrils of those who opened their eyes in a rush.
Of course, I wasn’t one of those few since my ass has been awake for like a week. I’m not referring to my physical ass mind you. If there is one thing I have come to know, it’s that the need to go to the bathroom has been a pastime of mine that has seen less and less use the stronger I get and I have to wonder why is that a thing. It’s even more surprising that no one has ever brought it up.
Regardless, the ones who were startled awake here were everyone else apart from Xiannu Liang and me. They didn’t even need to sleep. They only dozed off because they got bored.
This wake-up call was ineffective on Pebbles since he was still lying sleepily atop the head of the dragon lady. She was the only one among them that didn’t sleep. She was covered in bruises, too. Even weirder was that she looked at them with pride.
Note to self, Dragons are masochistic existences who view their wounds as trophies. I had not reached that realm yet in the dao of masochism.
She stared intensely at the cultivating Xiannu Liang and myself who was helping her.
Her name was Long Qian, she was apparently my observer at the best of times and my stalker at the worst of times. Even though Pebbles, who was lying atop her head, was the very picture of kawaii, she didn’t dare to act up about it. As far as I was concerned, she embraced it.
After she returned, she reported to Long Zhe the circumstances under which she ‘escaped’ from the Grand Preceptor. Which was a loose variation of the word, if anything else.
Long story short, she was beaten. There were no two ways about it and it seemed that Long Zhe expected this.
After all, the Grand Preceptor was an old monster that lived for countless years. His strength was not something that Long Qian could compare to despite her being a dragon
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