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Chronicles of Daoist Fan

[This Story Is Dropped] When I, a master criminal from earth, reincarnated into a divine body, I was ecstatic. Finally, I didn't have to worry about outsmarting the detectives, being chased by police, and remaining hidden everytime. I was a prince then, a royalty. I could do anything; have any kind of luxury I wanted. I could pursue the things I liked, rather than the things I was forced to like. However, the heavens didn't seem to give me a rest. Just two years later, I had to descend to a mortal world with my junior sister, and re-cultivate again. I would have to compete with my other 7 immortal siblings, to reach the ninth heaven. This was a contest of Ancension to the Immortal World, a contest for the Divine Throne. With my wits, my immoral experiences, and the memories of the previous owner of this body, Zuifan; I would claim that throne, the Heavens itself. While others may go the straight path of bitter cultivation for years, I would take the easiest and the fastest path. This mortal world, the resources in it, the rare beauties; everything shall become mine!

FireEngine · Eastern
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167 Chs

Feng Yi's mischief

''Ack!''

''Aaaah- We don't know anything. We're jus- aaaaaaaa!"

Inside a dark room belonging to the Black Mantis mafia gang, their members were crying out in pain. I was holding one of the member's hands, bending it at an impossible angle.

''Where's your boss?'' I asked in a deep tone, bringing a knife closer to his neck.

''I don't know! I really-'' I slit his throat and looked around.

''I'll kill each and every one of you if I don't get the correct answer.'' I threw the blood-stained knife to the ground. It firmly stood poking the wooden floor.

The criminals around me were mortified. These were low-ranked lackeys, all below rank 5. I had recently ranked up to rank 7 and was out to hunt down a few groups that had submitted to QIn Mao.

Suddenly, I kicked the floor and shot towards one of the practitioners who was trying to run away.

'Tempest Fist.' A punch as violent as a thousand-kilogram hammer fell on the small-eyed man's face.