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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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Catch a 198 in the act

"Why would she mistake me for her father?"

Gu Yang held the girl in his arms, looking as if she had exerted herself too much and had fallen asleep. One of her hands still clung tightly to his shirt, as if afraid that he would suddenly leave.

He had the feeling that things were not as simple as they seemed.

It couldn't be just because he had practiced the "Phoenix Dance Nine Heavens" and the "Divine Phoenix Manual" that she foolishly mistook him for her father, could it?

That birdlike creature might possibly make that mistake. But the girl in his arms was a powerful practitioner at the mana realm. She couldn't possibly lack even that bare minimum of discernment.

He suspected that it was very likely related to that mysterious old man on Dragon Gate Island.

He remembered that after the old man had shot the drop of liquid from the phoenix gall into his forehead, he had said: "You will thank me in the future."

That mysterious old man was unfathomably cryptic.