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
“Youxiong?!”
TL: Youxiong is the name of the tribe which the Yellow Emperor comes from. It is also one of his many names.
Li Qingshan suddenly jerked awake and sat up. He discovered he was still lying on the moist ground with the rippling, small river beside him. The great gusts of wind blew through the tree branches, making the canopy dance wildly.
The empty mountains had just received some rain, and the sunlight was dazzling. The trees were refreshing. The air was filled with the smell of plants and soil.
“Was it a dream?”
He touched something with his right hand. It was the ancient bronze sword, which made him widen his eyes.
Then he reached into his clothes. The wine skin had already been warmed by his body.
He looked around, but there was no figure of a bear in the forest. In the tranquil mountains and woods, the atmosphere suddenly became eerie.
As the successor of the māra, the progenitor of toying with people, who exactly could create a dream so easily for him and even leave him convinced that it was real?
At the very least, it could not be achieved by a regular hunter, and the alcohol and sword were all extremely extraordinary too.
He removed the stopper again and took a gentle whiff. Spiritual qi rushed through his head. His entire soul had been refined.
Wherever the fragrance of the alcohol reached, the surrounding vegetation grew vigorously, gradually developing a spiritual nature, becoming spiritual herbs.
The fish in the river surged, growing at a visible rate. Their black scales faded away, replaced by golden, glimmering light. They immediately developed into daemonic beasts.
He plugged up the wine skin in a hurry and glanced around in shock. He did not know any fengshui, but after becoming a Human Immortal, he could sense many things even if he did not understand them. The fengshui of this mountain and forest was changing.
He had eaten many spiritual pills in his life, but they came nowhere close to the alcohol even when combined.
And this was clearly not some regular wine skin either
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