Dual Cultivator with a cultivation system - Chapter 293 Ch-: Match End

Baicao Poetry for College Students of Traditional Chinese Medicine in the New Century,

Accidentally transmigrated into the little widow of the same name in the book, and is also bound to a not-so-serious “Herb Garden System”.

When the little widow went to the mountain to dig grass, she rescued a beautiful young man who was dying, but was slandered by her elder sister-in-law to sink the pig cage into the pond.

As an expedient measure, the young man married Baicaoshi.

The Baicao Poetry, which is properly controlled by the face, can’t bear the beauty of the mouth to fly, and said boldly:

“You are in charge of being as beautiful as a flower, and I am in charge of planting grass to support the family!”

The system rewards psyllium seeds, commonly known as weeds,

Baicaoshi raised ducks and opened the first Quanjufang Roast Duck Restaurant in Dayan Country by the way;

The system rewards Zoysia seeds, commonly known as green grass,

Baicaoshi adapted measures to local conditions and opened the first VIP golf course in Dayan Country, and the chuiwan movement has become popular all over the country since then;

The system rewards Cordyceps sinensis seeds, with a gold prescription medical book,

Baicaoshi opened a pharmacy, launched pharmacy meals, and launched cosmeceuticals,

Established the Baicao Conservation Base, founded the Materia Medica Academy and trading center, and became famous as a miracle doctor.

Ying Zhexu, a gifted genius since he was a child, was framed by a traitor and became a sick and weak boy living outside.

“I originally came from the Asura Sea of ​​Hell, so what qualifications do I have to give you happiness?”

However, with her favor, the young man, who has seen the warmth and coldness of the world, is finally unwilling to let go.

All the herbs in the world are inferior to you, you are my only medicine stone.

Up to the poor and down to the underworld, destined to be with you.

Yan Shuiyi’s first ancient Chinese novel after transformation,

A brand new story about Materia Medica under Heaven.

PS: 1v1 Shuangjie, this article is superficial, please do not research it.

- Description from novelbuddy

He Lang died by his own hands for the sake of his imperial younger brother’s ambition, whom he loved. He was offered to be reborn in exchange for giving up his past romantic feelings. Reborn without the burden of his romantic feelings, he brings with him a manual to new worlds. He wholeheartedly followed the instructions of the manual to complete the tasks, not knowing that the originally slag gong was blackening…
He pleaded to his affectionate Emperor brother to release him, he pleaded to the paranoid prisoner next door, but until the end he remained baffled.
In the end, he discovered that the full name of the manual was – “Slag Shou Cultivating Manual”
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- Description from Novelupdates

Cole is a novel author.

He enjoys writing novels and even reading other's works as well.

But that's just it.

Reading and writing novels.

Those are the only things Cole enjoyed in his whole life.

And as the time goes by, even doing those are becoming boring for him.

But then one day, Cole recieved a mail!

The mail said that his work has been chosen!

In a contest? No.

Cole's novel was chosen by a Higher Being to make it a reality!

“What kind of bullshit is this?”

“Whoever sent this must have few loose screws in their head.”

Though, Cole didn't took the mail seriously.

“Huh?”

That is until he was sent in to his own novel!

Cole became Raven Obadiah of his novel!

Who is Raven Obadiah?

No Idea! He's just an Extra in the novel!

...Or is he really just an Extra?

Oliver Patrick, the Greatest General in Stormfront's history has a secret - a secret not many know. They think that his Iron WIll was built overnight. They know not the path of suffering he walked, as the slave Beam, to reach his destiny as King, and then Emperor.This is that story. A true story, of progress, struggle, hardship and strength. A story of greatness achieved without a system. A story of how one unknown boy's struggle transformed a continent forever.//ExtractThe arm dropped to the floor, as did the head. Spear points raced past the falling corpse as the goblins sought to take advantage of his momentary lapse in attention. But the tide had already shifted. The equilibrium that had kept the battle going for so long was shattered. With no bruiser to take care of their front lines and distract his attention, the goblins in front of him were no match for his speed.He employed his misdirection as he normally might, feigning the same backwards step that he had practised over and over, before leaping forward, catching the goblin off guard, twisting his body to avoid its spear and forcing his blade into its throat.It let out a high-pitched squeal as it dropped its spear and attempted to stem the tide of blood that was spurting from the wound. The goblin next to it squealed too, in fear this time, as its eyes widened, seeing two of its comrades dealt with so easily in quick succession. Beam saw it take a backwards step, as it attempted to turn and run away. But he was on it before it had a chance. He wrapped his arm around its neck and drove a sword through its back.Rather than let the corpse fall to the floor as he normally might, he held onto this one, enduring its death throes. Once life had finally left its body, he shifted it into place as a meat shield. Two arrows thudded against it, almost piercing it straight through. But the time they reached Beam the momentum was entirely gone – though they touched him, they did not even pierce his clothes.Slowly, with his meat shield in place, Beam advanced on the remaining goblins. They both shared a glance with each other as they dared to fire another volley, before turning on their heels and attempting to sprint away.“Stay,” a brief moment of eye contact, and one of the goblins was rooted in place. Beam tossed his shield aside and picked up a spear instead. With a twist of his hips and shoulder, the spear went soaring, impaling the running goblin straight through its stomach. Its bow fell to the ground, as strength left its hands. It then fell to its knees, before falling face down to the floor, pushing the spear back through itself.