Chaos Evolution: Only I Was Granted 3 Wishes - Chapter 118: After Party!

She is an expert in medicine, the only daughter of Yun Tian, Yun Valley’s master.

Her parents died, leaving her alone in this world. She fell from heaven to hell. She had a marriage prospect but her future husband broke it off. The entire world view her as a joke.

She blossoms in Feng Yun Hall, with unparalleled wisdom and startling beauty.

Against all the people eager to make a move, she lifts her hand first. Kill the chicken to warn the monkey.

But nobody knows that the soul within her has long been replaced by someone from another world.

She has no regret in the past life and originally plans to live an idyllic life, but because of the same question from the past life, she gives up the peaceful life and steps into the power struggle for imperial power.

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As an Immortal Emperor in his previous life, Liu Wuxie was one of the strongest existences in the world. But in a battle over the Sky Devouring Divine Cauldron with the other Immortal Emperors, Liu Wuxie was forced to self-detonate at the end.

Upon waking up, he found himself in the True Martial Continent, in the body of a wastrel with the same name. He was looked down upon as the wastrel son-in-law. But using his knowledge as an Immortal Emperor, Liu Wuxie gradually rose to being the all-mighty existence he once was.

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