Chapter 8: Young Master Lin of Yangxintang
This Immortal Vessel was entirely different in style from the previous Garbage Collection Ship. It was of a classic aesthetic, its entire body composed of gold and jade. On the…
This Immortal Vessel was entirely different in style from the previous Garbage Collection Ship. It was of a classic aesthetic, its entire body composed of gold and jade. On the…
“Master, those are Drones.” Terminal Ring answered Mu Yanxin’s question: “They are indeed a type of unmanned Marionette, operating through Programs preset within them.” “What is a Program?” Mu Yanxin…
What’s the situation? A robbery? Mu Yanxin watched as numerous Cultivators riding on Divine Artifacts rushed toward that rusty, dilapidated Flying Ship, recalling what his father had mentioned about Robber…
“My home is in that Great City?” Mu Yanxin knew just by looking. He could see the full address above the map: Room 3, 7th Floor, Fujin Pavilion, 37 Zhuangxin…
If I were a parent, I wouldn’t approve of my son looking at this kind of stuff either. Mu Yanxin decisively shoved the Elegant Gentleman Magazine back into the Privacy…
Mu Yanxin stared blankly as he took out from his wristband a figurine of a zither-playing fairy in a flowing white dress, her beauty so breathtaking, as if she could…
It was already night, yet the Great City not far away remained clearly visible. Row upon row of lofty pavilions and ancient palaces were magnificent and resplendent, adorned with carved…
Pain! It hurts so much! It felt as though a drill was boring into his brain! Mu Yanxin forced his eyes open. Darkness surrounded him, and he seemed to be…
I was originally a prodigious young master of the cultivation world, but due to an accident I transmigrated into a strange new world—falling from the Nascent Soul stage all the…