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My Life Can Be Infinitely Simulated

Gu Yang crossed over to a high-martial world, eked out a living in small village for two years, and finally saved up enough and activated the Life Simulator system. With a certain amount of money, a simulation can be run. After the simulation ends, one of the three can be retained: realm, martial arts skills, or life wisdom. [For five years you were an accountant, saved up enough money to buy a cultivation manual, practiced hard for ten years and became a Ninth Realm martial artist, but then ran into an enemy and died!] [Once you left the mountains, you were at the Ninth Rank, became a protector of a certain family, practiced intensely for twenty years, broke through to the Eighth Grade, and ultimately, died of old age in a small town.] [Once you left the mountains, you were at Eighth Grade, received recognition from a noble clan, were taught profound martial arts, but due to slow progress, were marginalized, and after a dozen years, you finally broke through to the seventh grade, but then encountered powerful foes on a mission and were killed.] … After countless rounds of simulations: [You encounter people, but none are a match for you. You realize that you have become invincible.]

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109 I am scared

In a certain town in Ba County.

A courtyard, originally belonging to the Liu family, was now empty. Blood spots remained on the ground yet there were no corpses in sight. The things in the house were fairly tidy, and it didn't look like it had been plundered.

Gu Yang found it strange, but didn't bother wondering what had transpired here. So, he decided to stay here for the night.

In reality, many of the Liu family members were scattered throughout various towns in Ba County. It would not be feasible to kill them all, and he didn't want to waste his time and effort.

He needed to quickly head towards Jingzhou, to take over Qian Xiyun's business. That was the priority.

If Qian Xiyun didn't manage to hold out in Zhongzhou and died, then over three million taels would be wasted.

After nightfall.

In a small courtyard, Chu Xiyue, garbed in a light dress, was sitting in front of a bronze mirror, combing her long hair, her eyes reflective in the mirror as she pondered something.