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As a father, I just want to quietly watch you live a long life

Li Che had transmigrated and, after living nineteen ordinary years, he opted to accept his fate, marrying and having children, striving to support his family. But the moment his daughter was born.... Through his daughter, he rose in status, and his life was no longer ordinary. ... With his daughter’s safe birth, you gained a Dao Fruit, "Immortal Artisan". When his daughter turned one, safe and sound, you gained the Dao Fruit "Dragon Elephant Vajra". At his daughter's age of two, free from illness and disaster, he gained a Dao Fruit, "Pure Heart". By the time his daughter was three, lively and clever, he gained a Dao Fruit, "Chess Saint". His daughter was four, five, six years old.... ... Li Che discovered that with each passing year of his daughter’s age, he could condense a Dao Fruit to enhance himself. From then on, Li Che harbored a simple and unpretentious wish. A Dao Fruit a year, quietly safeguarding longevity. As a father, he only wished... Starting from the warmth of his wife and child by the hearth, to peacefully protect his daughter's immortality. Silently condensing countless Dao Fruits. Henceforth cultivating his spirit, invincible between heaven and earth.

Li Hongtian · Eastern
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Chapter 131: Emperor Xi Xi's Blood Exchange at Age 3, Butterflies Spread Wings You Want to Kill Me - Part 4

Er Dan rubbed his hands together.

Old Chen couldn't help but chuckle, "We're all old hands here; do you really think you could pull it off?"

"Just forget those random thoughts."

However, the job Er Dan talked about did indeed fit Old Chen's expectations.

Yunfang Boat wasn't too far from Li Che's small courtyard, and Old Chen had long heard of its great reputation.

Even though it was a place of pleasure, the money Old Chen earned there from his honest work wasn't dirty.

Seeing that Old Chen had agreed, Er Dan took him to the Beggars' Sect's base near Yunfang Boat.

For a Blood Exchange Warrior, finding a job in Mansion City wasn't too hard.

The Beggars' Sect's deacon dressed quite neatly, not at all like a beggar, but more like a rich man indulging in luxury.

"Alright, Blood Exchange Warrior, although your vitality has declined somewhat, it's enough for guarding goods," the deacon said.