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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 74 A Clean Human World, Taking Xi Xi to Set Off Fireworks

Fei Lei City.

Outside the city.

The downpour was like pillars, as if the heavens had seen the evil of the human world and were pouring rain to cleanse it.

In a leisure pavilion.

A person sat upright, draped in black, their face covered by a cat-face mask, their body hunched, carving a wood carving in the pavilion with a carving knife.

The shockwaves of raindrops shattering on the ground merged together, the resultant gust of wind surged into the leisure pavilion, lifting the wood shavings slipping from the carving knife.

After a moment, the wood carving took shape.

It was neither a Buddha nor a deity.

Instead, it was the elegant and pure figure of a woman, wearing a gauzy dress, holding a fine sword with a python-shaped hilt, looking over her shoulder with a hint of heroism between her eyebrows.

The eyes beneath the cat-face mask rubbed against the coarse carving marks with complexity.

Forty years have flown by, and beauty has withered...

No one can be young again.