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In my twilight years of cultivating, I became a Supreme Daoist of the Longevity Path

【Pure Immortal Heroic Fantasy, infused with both immortal intent and gallant spirit, refining insights on human relationships, seeking immortality, more than thirty thousand reservations, averaging nine thousand】 Forever reminiscing rivers and lakes under silvery hair, desiring to return to the cosmos in a simple boat. Peach and plum blossoms in the spring breeze, a cup of wine; rivers and lakes in the night rain, a lantern for ten years. Chen Dengming stepped into the chaotic world of rivers and lakes, only reaching the Innate Realm in his twilight, but Innate Martial Arts wasn't the ultimate destination of his heart's rivers and lakes, it was to cultivate for longevity that marked the beginning of his dreams. If practicing Kung Fu can prolong life, then cultivating the Dao can certainly point directly to immortality. Practicing martial arts, refining Gu, cultivating Dao, seeking longevity... This is a story about an ordinary traveler stepping into rivers and lakes, into the World of True Cultivation, seeking the path to immortality one step at a time. Read about cultivation in the twilight years, savor the vigorous life! Young reader, you truly understand cultivation! ...This book was formerly titled "Late Bloomer: My Immortal Life"! (The author has previously completed a nearly five million word, eighty thousand high reservation three-star martial arts masterpiece, "Indestructible Mighty Fortress Leader," rest assured and enjoy)

Wandering Man · Eastern
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173: A Hundred Doors Celebrate with Dragon and Phoenix Dance, Rising straight to the Longevity Sect (Added for monthly ticket)_2

Xu Wei paused for a moment before her eyes narrowed with an unnatural smile like a crescent moon, "Since when do people give such daunting gifts? You'll scare people off."

"What's wrong with that? We didn't fail to return the favor."

"Never mind. I'm going to deliver the gifts."

Chen Dengming watched Xu Wei running off like a gust of wind, his smile gradually fading, his heart too, was less joyful.

On the other hand, the joy on Xu Wei's face also dwindled as she ran away. Her heart was sour, tingling and bitter, and yet she was deeply moved.

If paper dolls could shed tears, her tears would have rolled down like pearls with broken threads.

She was a paper doll with low qualifications and she knew her life was short.

Therefore, even if Chen Dengming took the initiative to speak, she did not want to face it, not wanting to affect Chen Dengming in any way.