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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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221 Returning Things to Their Rightful Owner

The Duke's mansion, in the Everlasting Hall.

Humming——

In the center of the hall, a sword is enshrined. The sword radiates a purple aura and is enveloped in a cloud of mist. Within the mist, thousands of miles of landscape can be seen – this is the state-ruling Sword, tying the fate of the nation to its destiny.

At this moment, the purple aura on the sword splits open, revealing a startling blood stain. The thousand-mile landscape within it seems to be distorting as if it may collapse at any moment.

The sword constantly trembles, crying out with sorrow.

A hefty, elderly man dressed in brocade sits nearby, continuously channeling his Mana into the state-ruling Sword in vain.

Outside the Everlasting Hall, a figure stands in mid-air, dressed in Daoist robes, hair pinned up, with a simple long sword strapped to his back.

The old man finally speaks, his voice echoing out, "Leader Wen, why are you blocking my doorstep?"