MTL - Universal Sword God - Chapter 3754 Jing Yan shot

The Sect Leader has taken in a new female disciple.She is very beautiful, causing countless people to be enchanted by her.Until Zhou Qing finally activated the entry, seeing a golden tag flashing above many people's heads.According to the hint, that was others' inner notes about him.The chief of the neighboring peak's note on him was [A lecherous pervert playing dumb chicken].Yan's note on him was [Junior brother who is both lustful and daring].Shi Zhen's note on him was [Junior brother Zhou with worsening sleepwalking condition]…When Zhou Qing looked at this new junior sister, her note was[So handsome][So powerful][So domineering].At this moment, it could basically be confirmed that she liked him.So, Zhou Qing gathered the courage to confess.“I... like you.”But she laughed heartily: “Dad, you were so funny when you were young.”

Beneath the vast and infinite starry skies of the universe, countless tribes engage in endless strife, and the flames of war remain unquenched.Rising from insignificance, he possessed no exceptional talents, except for the ability to draw upon the fruits of cultivation from the future.Yet, in a single night, he understood the Dao, and took a step that shattered the shackles of life.With but a thought, he grasped the universal powers, casually breaking down the barriers between spirit and reality.To him, even the most profound and enigmatic of secret tomes were as simple and dull as children's books.Still, he had to go back and fill in the gaps of his cultivation...Some appeared to be glorious, unparalleled geniuses.In reality, they practiced like mad in the shadows to repay their debts...

What's the book about? It is about Demonic Cultivation!, If you cannot handle it, Please don't read it.Synopsis:When Song Wen killed the frail beggar who fought him over food and consumed his blood and soul, every cell in his body leaped with excitement. His spirit was exhilarated, and he realized then that his life would henceforth be filled with slaughter. For survival, for longevity, he would spare no effort, even if it meant creating mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

[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.