My Wife is A Sword God - Chapter 823: Companionship Before Departure:

Lin Mu was an orphan living in a country town. Having no knowledge of cultivation, he was a common peasant. This was until he discovered a mysterious ring stuck in a tree.

Wearing it, a new world opened up to Lin Mu. The world of cultivation!

The ring bestowed Lin Mu with the ability to cultivate while also giving him the ability to manipulate space.

Snatching treasures, exploring unknown realms, looting secret grottos, everything was possible with the ring.

Witness Lin Mu as he learns his purpose in life, finds his destiny, meets impeccable experts and beings.

Watch him as he learns the truth of the cosmos, and becomes its saviour!

Tags: #weak to strong
#Beast taming
#Beast companions
#Monster Master
#World Exploration
#NO YOUNG MASTERS

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Old Synopsis:

Lin Mu was a common boy living in a small town, ostracized by the townsmen because of a mistake he made during the harvest, his house seized to compensate for it. Forced to fend for himself in the outskirts, he finds a rusty ring embedded in the tree where he always used to play as a child.
Witness his story as the mysterious rusty ring changes his destiny forever, opening him up to a world he would never have experienced, people he would have never met, and powers he would have never had.

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Qin Pan, originally A country famous goddess of war, a genius military doctor! But she was betrayed by her comrades, resulting in defeat! With her hands wounded, she was demoted as a civilian. In order to cure her mother’s illness, she had to put down her identity to beg for help. Relatives: “Get out! You want to borrow money, you deserve it?” Scum: “I Engaged with you just because of your status. But now you are a waste. We quit marriage!” Only that handsome man, holding her hand, “Don’t be afraid, I will let you stand on the top again.” Qin Pan looked at him, “Who are you?” “Your believer.” Later, and Qin Pan acquired the miracle doctor system, which not only cured herself and her mother but also made her abilities even more terrifying. Relatives begged, while Qin sneered, “Get away! Do you deserve it?” The scum repent, Qin kicked him away, “Don’t let me see you again! As for the man at home... After Qin Pan slept her, leaving a note.” Wait for me three years, I will come back to marry you.” Qin Pan returned to the army to beat all the people who framed her hard blow, but to her surprise, she met the man who was supposed to be waiting for her at home in the army. Xi Ce smile, “What a coincidence.” Qin Pan: “...” The day Qin Pan was reinstated, the soldiers were shocked to see – their cold Major General Xi Ce, half kneeling in front of Qin Pan, kissing the back of her hand, said “My god, can now love your believer?” “Unfortunately, I am not your god, I am an evil spirit of hell, and come back only for revenge.” Never mind. “Seize kissed her red lip.” If you want to love, I will love the world with you. If you want to hate, I will help you destroy the world.”

war, blood, and betrayal carved him into something else. A legend. A killer. A mercenary whose name struck fear into both criminals and so-called heroes alike.But now, the world had changed. Lines blurred between right and wrong, between justice and vengeance. Should he step into the light, wear the mask of a hero, and fight for a cause greater than himself? Or should he embrace the darkness that had always been his home, a place where morality was just another illusion?“Don’t box me in with your shallow ideas of good and evil,” he muttered, his voice calm but edged with danger. “I do what I want, when I want.”The air was thick with tension as he moved like a shadow through the dimly lit room. The writer had no time to react—one moment, he was scribbling nonsense about legends and myths; the next, a cold barrel pressed against the back of his head.The figure smirked beneath his mask, eyes gleaming with something between amusement and menace.“You wanna write fiction?” he whispered. “Then let me show you how real legends are made.”A single gunshot shattered the silence.As the writer’s body slumped over the desk, the man holstered his weapon, stepping into the faint glow of a flickering neon light.“It’s that simple,” he said, his voice unwavering. “I’m Deathstroke.”