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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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127 Thunder Punishment

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In a small courtyard several streets away from the royal palace, eerie silence prevailed.

Feng Tianci was finding it hard to bear this oppressive atmosphere. He felt suffocated, but forced himself to endure. He'd been standing for so long that his muscles were stiffening.

Just as he began to think that this deadly silence would persist until the end of time, the silhouette in the tree made a slight movement, seemingly looking towards the left.

Feng Tianci felt as if the air, which had almost become solid, was finally shattered. He released a long silent sigh of relief. If it had continued this way, he suspected he might asphyxiate.

At this moment, the old voice inside the house rang out again, "It seems, you've miscalculated."

"Phoenix Dance Nine Heavens? The Shen Family?"

The voice of the figure in the tree still sounded extremely unpleasant, sharp enough to pierce eardrums.