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
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 598: Since You Have to Choose Someone, Choosing Me Works Fine Too
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 926: Jadefication
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 925: Pill Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1130.5- Cloud Peak delicacies (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 596: Uncle and Nephew (8)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3816: The Master of Profound Secrets
Pine trees stood straight and proud, surrounded by luscious flora and fauna in a particular courtyard within the mountain prison. The trees gave it a secluded feel, making it a serene escape from the rest of the prison. Surrounded by spiritual energy and the song of spirit birds, it was an ideal place to nurse one’s health.
Yang Wu woke in a room connected to this courtyard, and as he did, he was assaulted by an excruciating headache.
Sitting up, he realized he was still in Wan Lanxin’s bedroom. Under the reek of alcohol, he caught a whiff of a woman’s sweet, tender fragrance. When he looked down, he noticed he was no longer wearing the clothes he had on the night before. He also noticed claw marks on his skin. Recalling how they had downed one bottle of liquor after another, he jumped out of bed. Did Big Sister Lanxin take advantage of me?
He examined the clothing he wore. His pants were still tight around his hips, indicating that his virginity may still be intact. Yang Wu slapped his cheeks a couple of times, trying to remember, but nothing of the night’s events came to him.
“Crap. I’m done for this time. Regardless of what actually happened, it’s undeniable that I’ve ruined Big Sister’s reputation. What should I do?” Yang Wu muttered to himself, frustrated, before sitting with crossed legs to force the remaining alcohol out of his system.
As he circulated the Supreme Nine Profound Art, he quickly purged the last of the alcohol. The numerous pores in his peach-pit dantian absorbed and released energy, the surrounding energy appearing like a celestial realm. As it gushed through his twelve major meridians, the pure Profound Energy nourished his muscles and organs, and it spun in whirlpools when it reached the acupoints in his feet.
After an hour of meditation, Yang Wu got to his feet and dressed. He examined his feet, now free of shackles, and reveled in how light and carefree he felt. Since he had time, he decided to stay in the room and take up the Dragon Turtle Water Suppression Stance. He already knew that t
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