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The Arrogant Immortal

After two-hundred years of diligent cultivation, Xie Jiuniang successfully achieved Core Formation, yet on that very night, she was killed by her dual-cultivation partner Lin Wangchen. However, Xie Jiuniang was reborn... and she accidentally discovered a great secret. It turned out that in her previous life, she was a child deeply favored by the Heavenly Dao, watched over by some top forces who secretly stole her opportunities time and again, fattening up the esteemed talents of the Cultivation World, with that scum being just one of them. The weak, pitiable, and helpless Xie Jiuniang decided to first become a dark horse, secretly sweeping away all the opportunities. And so... The favored talents were dumbfounded, "Where did my opportunity go?" Her scumbag ex-husband felt wronged, " ...She didn't like me." Her cousin with the Heavenly Spiritual Root was shocked, "What happened to the supposedly weak talent, how is her cultivation speed faster than mine?" The big shots behind the scenes also started cursing, where was the great opportunity for the child of the Heavenly Dao to ascend? Something is not right! Opportunities? I've taken them, all of them! His, yours, they are all mine, Xie Jiuniang's! Before she knew it, she had trampled over all the privileged talents, challenged all the big shots, becoming the most formidable name, and rolled up into the number one person in the Cultivation World!

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Chapter 362: Unparalleled Celestial Pride

Chaoyan led Xie Jiuniang back to the family home.

In the legends of the Cultivation World, there are many versions of what the first family in the Southern Region is like, but without exception, they all mention one thing: the wealth of the Nalan Family.

Encircling the Nalan Family were towering city walls.

Upon entering through a city gate, one would be greeted by a vast plain.

Herds of spiritual beasts grazed on the grass, the kind bred for consumption, such as spiritual pigs and cattle and sheep. A little further on, one could see an endless expanse of Spiritual Fields.

The planted Spirit Rice was a dazzling golden hue.

When the wind blew, waves of rice swayed, resembling a golden ocean.

Every so often, there would be a village, with hundreds of houses built, and groups of children playing on the open ground at the edge of the village, with the sound of joyful laughter arising from time to time.

Years of stability, serene and beautiful.