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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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You Can Only Forgive Her...

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Zhao Zhenwu was drowned by the storm of fists and electric sticks again. Sparks were flying before his eyes like a volcano eruption, and he was seeing all kinds of illusions in his trance. He felt that he was back to the battlefields of bombs and bodies.

His old brothers all turned into creepy ghosts and extended their skinny hands at him while they shouted desperately, "Commander? Where is the fortune that you promised? Boss, where is the gigantic fortune?"

Zhao Zhenwu shrieked and cramped hard.

The two guards beat him for a while more before they dragged his feet and threw him out of the pawnshop into a gutter on the dark street.

Clang! Clang!

His artificial eye, artificial arm, medals, title deed, and familial saber were all tossed out by the guards onto his body coldly.

Such things were anything but unusual in the thirty-sixth district or any other underground district in the capital in the recent half of the year.