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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 · 東方
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226 Chs

Killing Them Grants Longevity

翻訳者: EndlessFantasy Translation 編集者: EndlessFantasy Translation

Zhu Long fell silent for a moment:

"I haven't been in my sect for many years and am not clear about the current disciples... Moreover, the Dao Evolution Sect, being a third-tier major sect, has many disciples, and it's not uncommon for names to be repeated. As for which Lu Xuan it is... It's hard to say, hard to say."

His ambiguous statement left everyone pondering.

If Zhu Long's words were true, did it imply that he was actually... A castaway of the Dao Yan Sect?

"Instead of speculating about each other's identities, it might be better to consider another question. Our discussions take place here, unknown to outsiders. How did the enemy accurately predict our actions?" Ju Mang suddenly spoke up.

His words immediately tightened the atmosphere in the room.

After a few breaths, Ju Mang adjusted the mask on his face, the bronze lamp's light reflecting off it, illuminating his wise gaze:

"Correct. There is... A traitor among us."