Exorcist's Self-Cultivation - Chapter 663 - 660 Clowns Soul Return

My name is Qin Jue. At only 16 years of age, I'm already the youngest person to ever become an uncle-grandmaster in the Xuanyi Mountain Sect.Also, I'm the strongest being in this entire world!But unlike other transmigrators, I want nothing to do with the outside world and wish to live a leisurely life on a cliff behind the sect, sipping wine and singing songs.That is until one day, a mysterious girl appears in front of my yard…Join Qin Jue as he deals with sneaky sects and greedy, hostile clans, all while raising a "weed" to sentience and creating heaven-defying spirit-energy "guns".

When Ye Qiao received the award for best actress, they asked her about her husband during the interview.
Q: When was the first time that you noticed him?
A: In an old rental apartment. The couple next door was doing special exercises and I happened to overhear it.
Q: When did you officially meet him?
A: I was bitten by his dog and got 6 rabies shots for it.
Q: Why him?

Maybe because she had been lonely and helpless in the past.

She had been hidden herself in the darkness. The only ray of sunlight in her life was from him

A story about Ye Qianxi’s cousin from The Most Majestic You, though the story is mostly unrelated. This story was published before The Most Majestic You and is somewhat more serious

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Karl awoke to find himself shockingly reduced to a crippled Evil God confined within a bottle.The Fischer family had inadvertently become his favored members, sharing a fate connected by blood throughout the generations.They established a secret clan, infiltrated the state, manipulated wars, ascended the God Pantheon stairway, and fought for the honor and future of the family.They were assassins lurking in the shadows, beloved scholars, esteemed priests, powerful dukes, and legends in heroic epics.From budding to robust growth, steampunk evolved; the Spirit Realm descended through dreams; witches and ancient gods stepped forth, and people listened to the lost whispers at their ears.They were both the creators and the enders of stories.Generation after generation, in a continuous succession, they marched forward.“Step over my corpse and go on,” he said.