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Following a Hundred Years of Cultivation, I'm dying Before I Got Cheats

Jiang Chengxuan accidentally transmigrated to the immortal cultivation world and accidentally obtained the immortal cultivation heritage. However, his qualifications were really low, and after a hundred years of hard work, he was still unable to advance to the Foundation Establishment Realm. Just when he was discouraged, he came to a mortal city in silence, ready to end his life. That was when he got the long-awaited cheats. Detected that the host has achieved 100 years of immortal cultivation, hereby granting a life extension fruit, which can increase the life expectancy by one year. The next achievement task was now issued. Please complete the quest a hundred times. Complete it to achieve the honor of completing the quest a hundred times and you can get a chance to complete the quest smoothly. Ding! Please complete 100 times of technique practice, and achieve it to obtain a sense of perfection in technique inheritance jade talisman. Please complete 100 times of energy training to enhance the foundation bone. Please complete 100 times of talisman-making achievements... Please complete 100 times of enlightenment achievement... Please complete 100 times of alchemy achievement... Please complete 100 times of poisoning achievement... Please... Unknowingly, when Jiang Chengxuan heard the system's prompt again, he was told that there were no more achievements worthy of him to complete, because his existence itself was already an achievement that could never be surpassed.

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Completing the Trade, Entering the Second Layer of the Fair, Part 1

Biên tập viên: Henyee Translations

The sudden confrontation left everyone present a bit startled, and they quickly adopted an attitude of watching the drama unfold.

It seemed both individuals were determined to compete for the true immortal ancient dragon's reverse scale and neither intended to easily let the opportunity slip by.

However, since neither of them could gather the three required materials on their own, a dispute was inevitable.

"You jest, sir. I hold two of the three required materials, while you possess only one. If anyone should be granted this opportunity, it ought to be me," the white-browed cultivator retorted coldly in response to the other's probing.

From the crowd emerged a cultivator clad in a black fur cloak. His figure was gaunt, and his face was sharp and thin. At a glance, it was clear he wasn't a benevolent character.