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
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 316: Ghost Face
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 238: Beep
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1158- Jumping into the river
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
“What about it?”
The Spirit Reverend of Ocean Returnance gazed at him in confusion. Because the two sect masters of the Myriad sect regularly ventured to beyond the Nine Heavens to follow the Elder of Heavenly Tomes, only he remained in the Pavilion of Heavenly Tomes all year round. He did so to protect the sect from any intruding enemies and to complete the Myriad Heavenly Tomes so that he could accumulate knowledge and use for cultivation.
He had always prefered peace and quiet, so this job was extremely suited for him. His primary source of entertainment was reading too. Only the various novels and interesting stories from books of all sorts could survive the erosion of thousands of years, allowing him to maintain his interest. As for other books, whether they were exceptional poems or extraordinary discourses, they were not worth reading at all. With his intelligence and knowledge, he had surpassed most of those authors already.
Everyone in the sect knew about this hobby, so disciples would regularly collect stories and offer them up to him in exchange for some contribution and bookmarks to satisfy this small interest of his. In essence, the colossal Myriad sect basically existed to serve a very small number of people, like the Elder of Heavenly Tomes, the Spirit Reverend of Ocean Returnance, and the two sect masters.
Li Qingshan said excitedly, “I’m a novelist!”
“Heh, now that’s unusual!”
The Spirit Reverend of Ocean Returnance’s lips curled slightly. He had probably smiled more today than in a usual year.
“Really.”
Li Qingshan originally wanted to say he had written novels before, but in hindsight, he had basically plagiarised them all before passing them to Xiao An to spice up the details, so they had absolutely nothing to do with him. The Spirit Reverend of Ocean Returnance would probably see through that the moment he said it, so he could not bring himself to tell a lie like that.
The Spirit Reverend of Ocean Returnance looked at him indifferently. His expression was filled with contempt. Even when Li Qingshan “pro
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