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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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Dire Competition 235 (Third update, seeking monthly ticket)

The boundary between Qi Province and Qing Province was home to a city known as East Moon City.

A few key figures from the Cloud Mountain Sect were standing respectfully outside the city, seemingly waiting for someone.

In the moonlight, a figure descended from the sky.

Including the Sect Leader of the Cloud Mountain Sect, everyone bowed down, "Greetings, Ancestor Master!"

The newcomer was dressed in a green robe, his temples touched with frost, giving off the look of a middle-aged man. A trace of unmeltable gloom between his brows imbued him with a sense of vicissitude.

This man was none other than the founder of the Cloud Mountain Sect, Lu Yunshan.

All the people present were his disciples and grand-disciples.

Lu Yunshan held a sword in his hand, its aura piercing the sky. A look of pain flashed across the faces of the attendees, some of whom could not bear the power of the sword.

It was a peerless divine weapon which had just been fetched from a secret realm.