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Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

“Even if this universe is truly nothing more than a brutal, bloody, shadowy forest, we Cultivators will burn all that we have just to give off a single weak flickering spark in the darkness! “No matter how weak each spark is, how short-lived, how small… As long as the sparks flow unabated, then one day one of those sparks will light some tinder, and that tinder shall light some fallen branches, and those branches shall set ablaze each and every last tree of the forest! “In the end, even the smallest sparks will eventually set the shadowy forest ablaze and illuminate the whole world!” ------ ** Qidian International and the former translator, Mr. Strivon, have reached an agreement to buy out the chapters and host them on our site. We will be continuing the translation from the last chapter translated by Mr. Strivon **

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Noodle Man!

Editor: Millman97

It was enjoyable to watch Lei Dalu to have dinner.

Or rather, there was no need to watch; the sounds that he made were enough to trigger everyone's appetite.

He sucked in the noodles. He chewed the cloves. He chugged a large bowl of cold water. Then he burped with great satisfaction and threw the empty bowl to the heap of bowls nearby, before he slapped the table and shouted, "Boss, are you done? I need another bowl of noodles!"

It had only been a little over half an hour since they had gone into the small restaurant located in a corner of Star Lord Temple.

Yet, Lei Dalu had already devoured sixteen super-large bowls of meat noodles and eaten all the cucumbers in the restaurant.

"Old Bai, do you want a bowl of this? The soup here is not half bad!"

Lei Dalu spoke to Bai Kaixin sitting in front of him, grinning.

Bai Kaixin was the opposite of his name; he was not delighted at all.