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Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter

The Duke's family has gone a century with no daughters. When a daughter was finally born to them, she should have received all the love and pampering, but it turns out that the real daughter had been swapped at birth and taken in by a family of kind-hearted hunters. Ever since they adopted the girl, the hunters seemed to get lucky in everything—game seemed to run into the traps and nets they set, and they would find rare herbs wherever they went. Ten tears later, the Duke's family finally realized the truth that their daughter had been swapped and journeyed over a thousand miles to bring her home. After she returned to her real family, the daughter was undoubtedly spoiled rotten by every member of her family... After she grew up, Lin Qingluo excelled in martial arts and rose to the peak of the martial world. Joining the battlefield with her brothers and father, she crushed their enemies and became known as a Goddess of War, gaining countless admirers. Lord of Heavenly Secret Pavilion: Your reputation precedes you, milady—none compares to you, just as the rumors say. Chief of the Potion Valley: Your skills with medicine are extraordinary, and I defer to your expertise. I pledge my loyalty in exchange for your tutelage to practice medicine and help people. The First Prince of Qi Nation: Thank you for rescuing me. I owe you a life debt. Lin Qingluo: A clingy prince has stolen my heart, and he is all I can think about. There is no other person on my mind.

Ting Lan Listening to the Rain · Integral
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1861 Chs

Chapter 770: Collecting The Orb, The Chosen Son_1

The underground altar was protected by a formation and the space was extraordinarily expansive.

Nine towering stone pillars stood tall, surrounding the altar, forming a huge geocentric circle.

The altar was ancient, covered with intricate inscriptions, surrounded by clearly carved patterns of ancient divine beasts.

A dark orb, engraved with runes on its surface, about ten meters in diameter, hovered above the altar.

"Master, it's your turn."

With anticipation, the stele spirit pointed to the altar and looked at Lin Qingluo.

"Okay."

Lin Qingluo walked towards the altar as told, stood in the middle, took out a sharp dagger from the Storage Ring, and without hesitation, slashed her own wrist.

Bright red blood gushed out, dropping onto the ground, spreading out along the winding patterns, gradually covering the entire altar.