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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 · Fantasi Timur
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226 Chs

The Prison-Taming Immortal Scripture, Young Man

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

"Dream Ruins City, the Realm of Dreams, the Great Dream Sovereign…" Lu Xuan's dark eyes deepened. As Ru Shou's consciousness burned away with the milfoil stalk, Lu Xuan witnessed his life story unfold like a movie, revealing the secrets of Dream Ruins City.

Interestingly, after learning about Ru Shou's life, Lu Xuan realized they were somewhat akin. Ru Shou was a seasoned archaeologist, inheriting a family craft and accompanying his grandfather on tomb raids since childhood. During one expedition into an imperial tomb, they unearthed a rare life-extending herb.

Ru Shou, frugal by nature, reasoned that his elderly grandfather had lived long enough and that consuming the herb would be a waste. In a ruthless decision, he buried his grandfather alive in the tomb, giving him an imperial-level burial – a twisted form of filial piety.