Forest Ranger, starting from Picking Up a Lynx Girl - Chapter 487 - 443 Update and Replacement of Jiamu Gully’s Pets

Jing Yan, a once top-performing genius of the Jing Clan who broke through the rank of Ninth Heaven of martial arts and entered the Precelestial Rank at 16, was second to none in Dong Lin City. Yet out of nowhere, his rank dropped dramatically after he was enrolled in the Wind God Institute and became the object of ridicule.After breaking the seal of The Ring of the Universe, Jing Yan was reborn. He finally became the conqueror of The Mainland of Tian Yuan and became the man countless warriors looked up to.

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Ye Cheng transmigrated to Douluo Dalu where martial spirits reign supreme. Unfortunately, the martial spirit he awakened was a useless martial spirit, without even soul power. He could only be an ordinary person for the rest of his life.One day, his family was wiped out by their enemies. Ye Cheng was forced to run away while his clan gets slaughtered. He then lived for 20 years, unable to achieved anything with his useless martial spirit.Fortunately, at this time, he had awakened his cheat; He only needed to make up a persona for himself, and he could turn the power of the persona into his own. He made up a persona with twin martial spirits. When everyone believed that he had twin martial spirits, he had twin martial spirits. He made up a persona that would become a god in the future. If everyone believed that he was a god, then he would become a god!

I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.