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My Nascent Soul Ran Away Again

[Easy, Invincible] "I, Lu Xuan, the first genius of the Great Truth Sect!" "At the age of nine, I entered the Body-Strengthening Stage. At twelve, I entered the Qi-Refining Stage. At fifteen, I entered the Foundation-Establishment Stage. At eighteen, I entered the Golden Pill Stage. Every three years, I achieved a new stage!" "At this rate, one day, I will become the youngest immortal in the Eternity Realm. I will shatter the void and ascend to the heavens, and it's just a matter of time!" Lu Xuan, who transmigrated into a world of immortals and martial arts, experienced the darkest day of his life on his twenty-first birthday. On that day, he successfully formed his Nascent Soul step by step. However, before he could even enjoy the joy of the breakthrough, he witnessed his Nascent Soul leaving the lotus platform and soaring out of his body... In the years that followed, every time Lu Xuan formed a Nascent Soul, it would fly away without exception. After releasing countless Nascent Souls for nine thousand years, Lu Xuan made a discovery... He had successfully achieved the Golden Body!

Young Master Xuanxin · Eastern
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Fellow Daoist Lu, Let's Get to Know Each Other Again

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

"It's been nine thousand years; he must have experienced so much…"

Cheng Lingzhu held her blanket, a bit worried in her heart. "Could he have forgotten about me?"

After all, so much time had passed.

Their separation after an argument seemed like a breakup.

After absorbing the spiritual energy of a Red Dust Immortal, Cheng Lingzhu's memories from her past life awakened.

In those fragmented memories, during the process of "becoming" Cheng Hongtan, she felt the soul aura of Lu Xuan.

That meant he had entered her soul world and now knew her true identity.

Cheng Lingzhu looked at the closed door of her room, feeling inexplicably anxious about meeting him soon.

In the guest room, there was a dressing table. Cheng Lingzhu sat in front of the mirror, looking at her reflection.

Cultivation was the best beauty treatment; even without makeup, the girl was incomparably beautiful.

"Being beautiful is of no use, though."