I Have Refined Qi For 3000 Years! - Book 2: Chapter 29.2: Qingming Sword Patriarch

She was the celebrated Oiran in her previous life, winning glory throughout the city, only to be betrayed and killed by her sister.When she opened her eyes again, she found herself as a little entertainer who had just been kicked out of a girl group.From then on, she embarked on a journey to lose weight and fiercely battled against the scheming bitches, relying on her wits and bravery.All in all, this is the development diary of a goddess ascending in the showbiz, accompanied by a male lead who appears aloof but harbors a tsundere heart within.

“While playing a Tsukkur erotic game that I loved, I somehow became possessed. To make things worse, I transformed into a perverted kid—one of the villains from the NTR series.”

With the booming age of the internet, livestreaming is already a prevalent career all over the world. With people proving that money could be earned here, a lot of people jumped into it, gaining fame and wealth.Jay is a struggling 21 years old college student who dreams about becoming a livestreamer. Unfortunately, Jay don't have any talent beside his slightly handsome face. Because of that, it was hard for him to even have some viewers.But by a miracle, Jay gained the ownership of the Cube, changing his life all the way by doing all kinds of achievements![Congratulations, you completed the achievement 'Sing to your viewers in your live stream.'][You acquired the skill 'Singing' level 1.][You acquired 5,000 pesos.]...Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.