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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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228 He can't die

Huangmu City, City Lord Mansion.

In that empty grand hall, Daoist Muhuang was engrossed in the book he held in his hands.

After completing a page, he would lower his head, lick his tongue, and flip to the next page.

"Senior, the two of them have left the city," suddenly, a faint voice of Steward Han sounded, "Six people followed them out, including Xue Yong and Zheng Mingxin."

"Hmm."

Daoist Muhuang responded, indicating his awareness, yet his eyes didn't deviate from the book.

Steward Han reminded again, "Are we not going to intervene?"

"Are you worried about those two from Great Zhou? That doesn't sound like you."

After a long pause, Steward Han sighed, murmuring, "I almost forgot that I am a human, until I saw them. As I age, I can't bear to see beautiful things getting destroyed."

At last, Daoist Muhuang looked up and glanced at him, then comforted," If you had maintained this frame of mind ten years ago, you would have a hope for reaching the Nascent Soul."