A Mastermind? No, I'm just the Live-In Son-in-Law - Chapter 94: Slave Knight

It is the Year 2052, mining workers in Country A have accidentally dug through a bottomless pit. Bizarre-looking creatures have escaped from underground and caused a large number of civilian casualties.

The Abyssal Passage has opened!

Ten gigantic Golden Ranking Lists have also appeared in the sky. The strange phenomenon has plunged the whole world into chaos. The Golden Ranking Lists have evolved from the will of the world. Those who get ranked on the Golden Ranking Lists will receive heavenly opportunities; the higher the ranking, the greater the rewards. The first person to be on a Ranking List will get its only divine-grade reward!

From this point onwards, the fate of humanity will be all changed!

Chu Feng bounces up from the sofa, gasping for his breath as he awakens to the year 2052.

He can still feel the cold sensation of the long sword of his ‘good’ sworn Big Brother Lin Yi slicing through his heart.

“I…..I’m not dead?”

He soon realizes that he has been reborn 10 years back in time!

The Tribulation has not yet arrived; none of the tragedies has happened yet!

He knows what will happen in the next 10 years!

He must now seize Big Brother’s opportunities, he must avenge himself!

He must seize all the opportunities and ascend to the Golden Ranking Lists, and obtain all the divine-grade rewards as soon as possible before the invasion of the Abyss!

He must become even stronger!

When opened his eyes, Lin Tian realized that he was reincarnated into the modern cultivation world.

Seeing this person's memory, his expression became gloomy because his identity is a young master from a rich family.

Knowing this, some people might be happy, but not for him.

He had read many modern cultivation world theme novels.

Doesn't the young master like him is a stepping stone for the protagonist, and had a tragic ending?

Just when he was really desperate, suddenly the system came.

[Ding, congratulations to the host for binding the destiny villain system]

[Beginner's prize has been distributed]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining a martial emperor level cultivation base]

Cool, just slumped, but now invincible?

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First of all, this novel doesn't have any elements of a brainless Harem, our MC will not be like other MC who every time he goes somewhere, he will bring another woman.

Finally passing through reincarnation Lou Feng and his two guests arrive at the Origin Continent. Far away from their primal universe, they must rebuild their status of invincibility, but this journey will surely be filled with obstacles.Disclaimer: This is not my original work and do not take any credit for the original Chinese version of this novel. I am simply translating it. If you are the original copyright holder and want it taken down, please contact and I will do it immediately. Please support the author at: https://www.qidian.com/book/1039391177/

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