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Starting My Cultivation With Time Management

“So, you have been lying to me all this time?” She raised her head and realized that the face of her senior brother, one who she knew so well, was unfamiliar and scary. “What are you talking about?” Her senior brother scoffed and shook his finger. “All I can say is that none of you knew who I really am.” He then turned around and walked towards the Sky Throne, a symbol of absolute power. Master Sword Aura, Sea of Flame, Star Light… The dozens of skills that were used to stop the man from approaching the Sky Throne simply bounced off him. All the skills simply vanished into thin air. “No!” Xu Yingling bit her lip and turned to look at An Zhisu and Shi Liuli. They exchanged glances. All the despair, sadness, fear, and even love, were now meaningless. The only thing that was important at the moment was to stop that man. ... A cultivation novel. The main character used his cheat ability, Time Travel, to secretly live among all the powerful sects while learning their skills. He eventually managed to gain the power to approach the Sky Throne and become an immortal. However, it seemed that things weren’t going as smoothly as he had planned…"

Ghostly Blessing · Games
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Chapter 57: Prisoner's Dilemma, Trust in Senior Sister

The dragon coiled atop Blade Mountain.

Its tail swung back and forth incessantly, accompanied by frequent violent mountain collapses, sending a large amount of reddish soil and rocks into the Chijiang River.

Even though it was pierced and bound by chains, such actions should have caused its wounds to continue bleeding profusely, yet it seemed to show no signs of weakness from blood loss.

The upper body of the dragon, however, remained motionless, its golden vertical pupils quietly gazing at the two humans, an invisible, mountainous fear slowly descending with its look.

Then, it suddenly slowly cracked a smile, displaying a human-like expression that seemed to suggest amusement.

"Two humans, I want to play a game with you."

Ling Yunpo did not answer, merely silently moving closer to Senior Sister An.

An Zhisu's fingers curved slightly, Frostfall Sword already primed to strike.