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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 · Oriental
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226 Chs

The Black Tai Sui

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Hungry.

It felt like there was a fire burning in his stomach.

Hui Zhen clutched his blanket, curled up, biting his lips tightly.

His fellow disciples snored peacefully beside him, each with a round, well-fed head that resembled steamed buns.

Hui Zhen regretted his prideful refusal of the bun his senior brother had secretly offered him.

Punished with a day without food for misspeaking during the morning lesson, Hui Zhen hadn't eaten a single grain since then.

Ming De Temple's strict rules mandated that daily chores like meditation, fetching water, chopping wood, and gardening could not be neglected, even if meals were denied.

After a day of hard work, Hui Zhen felt as if his stomach was stuck to his back in hunger.

He regretted his decision to join the Ming De Temple.

"Back home, as a young master, I dined on the finest delicacies, waited upon by maids and nannies even for morning tea," Hui Zhen lamented inwardly.