MTL - Start with Psychologist - Chapter 746

Zaria of the village of Latian. A former skilled mercenary with a strong, beautiful face and a tall, voluptuous body, she fell in love at first sight with the kind and gentle villager Albert, and since then has quit rough work and lived as a married woman devoted to him. It seemed as though their happy days would continue forever, but one day her husband Albert was injured at work, and he was barely able to stand or walk. To cover her immediate living expenses and her husband's medical expenses, Zaria uses her “previous job” to become a sword instructor for the son of a certain lord, but...

Warriors train their bodies. Scholars fill their minds. Every cultivator must have both and the talent to harness qi. But when the youngest princess of the murim lord was born, her golden core had to be sealed immediately because her talent for harvesting qi was too strong. Follow her as she regains her talent as the weakest murim princess.

“I’ve really had enough of this damn place…”Li Muyang has transmigrated and become a demon sect’s outer sect disciple.The good news is that he has a system.The bad news is that this system can only play games.“Well, playing games is still better than nothing.”In the game, he is powerful and mysterious, causing the otherworldly fairies to be deeply mesmerized.Since it’s just a game, why not aim to collect all the characters?Until one day, the fairies from the game come looking for him.Li Muyang is shocked. How did a character from the game become reality?“Uh, Fairy… let me explain!”I was really just playing a game!

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.