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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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226 Chs

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Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Qingxian City, County Yamen.

"Looks like there's still quite a bit of silver in our yamen's accounts," Lu Xuan commented, browsing through the ledger.

The former magistrate, though corrupt, had never delayed the staff's wages. He wasn't particularly concerned about the "small money" in the treasury.

"Li Ming," Lu Xuan called out.

"Present," Li Ming responded.

"How are the refugees from Qinghe County doing now?" Lu Xuan inquired.

"Reporting to you, sir," Li Ming replied, "Those with money have bought homes and settled down in the western part of the city. Those without funds are living together in makeshift shelters, with some looking for work and others resorting to begging."

"Go to the treasury and take out some silver," Lu Xuan ordered, handing him the account book. "Set up a porridge stall in the western city tomorrow and announce that the yamen is providing porridge to aid the refugees."

"Yes, sir," Li Ming acknowledged.