Dual Cultivator Reborn [System In The Cultivation World] - Chapter 933 Yohan’s goal

“What should I do with your tantrums? I’m too busy right now to be by your side.” Well, since entering the dungeon, I hadn’t really paid proper attention to Cha Sahyeon due to being occupied with various things. It was a golden opportunity to make my face known by Kwon Taehyeok and Ryu Seonghyeon, the targets of the main quest, not to mention the unexpected participation of the Ronic Guild in the raid. Cha Sahyeon seemed to have caught my playful murmurs as his shoulders trembled. Eventually, I heard his subdued voice: “…Don’t go.” “What?” Leaning against my shoulder, Cha Sahyeon stared at me intensely. “Don’t go.” “…!” For a moment, a strange light seemed to flicker in Cha Sahyeon’s green eyes directed at me. Simultaneously, a loud notification sound echoed around us.

A necromancer and a saint blessed by the Constellations. That’s me.

On the night before graduating from university, Wu Xiaoyin’s children’s shoes lost consciousness amidst the sound of big sales from his classmates, accompanied by the expectation of a new life.
Unexpectedly, what I saw when I woke up the next day was a colorful giant tiger.
What’s more, this beautiful giant tiger has a scene of turning a living person into a living person.
Frightened Wu Xiaoyin’s children’s shoes, who had just woken up gorgeously, fainted, so the big tiger dragged the little female Wu Xiaoyin’s children’s shoes back to the tiger’s den, and went to give birth, haha!

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Search keywords: Protagonist: Wu Xiaoyin, Lei Lu ┃ Supporting roles: Kos, Feng, Bin, Xiao Kai ┃ Others: Beastmen, Farming, Tianwen

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In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.