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My Descendant Begged Me To Help Him Just After I Became A God

Jiang Changsheng was reincarnated as the crown prince of the Jing Kingdom. However, he was switched at birth and was sent to grow up in a temple. He was raised as a Taoist. The change in his fate was devastating. Fortunately, he was able to awaken the Survival System and gained the power to not die from aging. Every time he survived a dangerous event, he could receive rewards. His senior brother almost killed him by accident. He was lucky enough to survive that and was rewarded with the Divine Shadow Kick. He almost got crushed when the ceiling fell on top of him during an earthquake. He was able to obtain the Nine Seeking Divine Dragon Step. After surviving the demon invasion, he was rewarded with the magic treasure, Demon Subduing Mace. This was a world where kingdoms stood tall, demons rampaged in the wild, martial arts ruled the street, and where Gods did not exist. 300 years had passed. The Jing Kingdom was starting to fall. The dukes came together and made the emperor their puppet. The kingdom was divided. After decades of internal conflicts, the kingdom was on the verge of being invaded. The citizens were pretty much living in hell. The puppet king, Jiang Xuanzhen, arrived at the temple and begged, “Ancestor, I apologize for being weak! Please! Help us regain our glory!”

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Isn't the Blizzard Too Much?

Editor: Henyee Translations

Jiang Changsheng kept the Golden-scaled Jade Leaf into his Giant Spirit Ring. When he looked at Bai Qi, she was so frightened that she trembled in place.

She hastily came over and begged, "Daoist Master, this servant is too tired. I will sweep it tomorrow."

It would snow as much as she swept away. The villainous heavens seemed to be opposing her.

Jiang Changsheng nodded slightly, and Bai Qi felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her shoulders. She eagerly went to the medicinal cauldron and laid down. There was still charcoal burning under the cauldron, enough for her to keep warm.

Jiang Changsheng turned to look at the capital.

The snow was exceptionally heavy, heavier than in previous years. Something was amiss.

He had a feeling that something was about to happen.

In the 39th year of the Qianwu Era, the snow continued to fall even after spring came. It was said that there were snowstorms in more than 30 of the 49 states.