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I am a visitor, but you call me a courtier

Lion travels through a dangerously high-level martial arts world, locked into a system of exploration. Only by exploring can he become stronger, isn't that right? To gain strength, he must resort to greed, accepting bribes and profiting for himself as a middleman. He becomes a target of ridicule for everyone, hating that he can't kill those who slander him. But behind the scenes, he uses his greed to secretly amass wealth and power, without leaving a trace. One side with a bad reputation, the other side reigning over the world! The Empress, with tears falling silently, speaks her truth: "My love, I yield to you. Come to my palace tonight!" The talented and beautiful women of the court speak out: "My lord, no matter how the world looks at you, I will be with you as your partner in life and death!" The heroic women of the martial world declare: "To fulfill Lion's destiny, we will cross any obstacle!" Others ask in confusion: "He is clearly a despicable person, why are you still protecting him?"

TheDreamerWorker · Fantasia
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79 Chs

Arguing with a old monk!

Everyone's faces were filled with horror!

When did this old monk appear here?

Vera and Verin immediately rushed to Lion's side, drew their swords, and vigilantly looked at the old monk in front of them.

The little princess also ran over and whispered, "I heard the Empress say that Skycloud temple has an old monk who normally practices vegetarianism and ignores secular matters! However, his knowledge of Buddhist teachings is profound, and his strength is powerful. He must be the one!"

Lion nodded slightly.

The opponent's strength was truly formidable, giving him the feeling of reaching the pinnacle of the Heavenly Realm, with only a half-step difference from the Master's realm.

He had seen the second most powerful person he had ever encountered.

The most powerful naturally was Marry, the woman who was like a goddess.

"Master!" The little monk walked up and clasped his hands in front of the old monk, bowing his head slightly.