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My Descendant Begged Me To Help Him Just After I Became A God

Jiang Changsheng was reincarnated as the crown prince of the Jing Kingdom. However, he was switched at birth and was sent to grow up in a temple. He was raised as a Taoist. The change in his fate was devastating. Fortunately, he was able to awaken the Survival System and gained the power to not die from aging. Every time he survived a dangerous event, he could receive rewards. His senior brother almost killed him by accident. He was lucky enough to survive that and was rewarded with the Divine Shadow Kick. He almost got crushed when the ceiling fell on top of him during an earthquake. He was able to obtain the Nine Seeking Divine Dragon Step. After surviving the demon invasion, he was rewarded with the magic treasure, Demon Subduing Mace. This was a world where kingdoms stood tall, demons rampaged in the wild, martial arts ruled the street, and where Gods did not exist. 300 years had passed. The Jing Kingdom was starting to fall. The dukes came together and made the emperor their puppet. The kingdom was divided. After decades of internal conflicts, the kingdom was on the verge of being invaded. The citizens were pretty much living in hell. The puppet king, Jiang Xuanzhen, arrived at the temple and begged, “Ancestor, I apologize for being weak! Please! Help us regain our glory!”

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Revival from the Dead

Éditeur: Henyee Translations

Jiang Changsheng looked at the high-spirited Ye Xun and felt emotional.

Familiar yet unfamiliar faces flashed past his eyes. The world had changed. However, there would always be someone playing the same role, and there would always be endless struggles.

Ye Xun stared at Jiang Changsheng and frowned. Although he could not see through Jiang Changsheng's strength, he was not tricked by his youth.

Everyone looked up at them.

Yang Zhou hid behind four male disciples and asked in a low voice, "Shall we make a bet? How about the loser wash the three winners' clothes for half a year?"

The four disciples turned around and looked at him. One of them asked, "How do you want to bet?"

"There's no point in betting on victory. The Dao Ancestor will not lose. Plus, if he loses, we will be doomed either way. So, let's bet on how long the other party can last under the Dao Ancestor. How about we set a time for each of us?"