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
It was a short pedestal, only one-third of a Long Di tall and upon it was an old wooden box that experienced the buffering of the ages and…
“The golden key… neat!?”
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Long Di didn’t waste time and quickly snatched up the key. He then wasted no time and looked at the old box and slowly opened it only for bright light to illuminate the room.
He squinted his eyes from the sudden illumination, but he soon acclimated to it. When he looked closely, he saw nine almost crystal-like pills.
They looked like small crystal spheres filled with swirling energy. They were mesmerising to look at and they reminded him of what his cores looked like before they became star cores.
Long Di saw these and was confused.
Why were these pills by themselves? Their value was obviously far above the ones outside.
The Destiny Scale suddenly spoke up. [You can put these pills in your storage ring.]
“Oh, you're still alive,” commented Long Di as he studied the pills.
[Keyholder, I'm…]
“Steely, listen. Unless you're going to give me useful information, I'd rather not hear it. You're genuinely withholding information from me, useful information at that. And I don't think it's because of the karma you're always going on about. Some of it maybe, but not all of it, and that says a lot.”
[…]
“Why do you think these pills can be brought inside my storage rings unlike the ones outside?” asked Long Di.
As he said, he didn't want to hear much of anything from the Destiny Scale unless it was useful. Since this information was useful, he had no problem asking it this.
Long Di treating it like this was not an issue. For all intents and purposes, the Destiny Scale had no emotions, it was just that Long Di had that unique quality to bring out the worst in everyone and everything, even if there was nothing there, to begin with.
Sure, this should be impossible, but... once again, this was a cultivation novel, and this is Long Di. Impossible was thrown out the window of a moving carriage down a cliff and into the mouth of a waiting shark that was struck by ligh
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