Perfect World - Chapter 3 – Guardian Spirit

Luo Wencheng made a deal with a certain existence and went back in time to ten years ago, when he had just been released from prison, still young and healthy, not yet pushed to the breaking point by Luo Wenjun and not yet used by him as a prop to test drugs for profit until his tragic death.

This time he was going to trample Luo Wenjun underfoot.

The first priority was to steal Luo Wenjun’s future backer from him.

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Chen Sha came to a world of immortal martial arts and was ordered to take charge of the world’s first sect.

Before his death, the previous chief told him:

“If you don’t become the best in the world for one day, you are not allowed to go down the mountain for one day.”

So he closed himself in painstakingly, crossed the heaven gate in his body, and faced off against the ancient and modern powerhouses…

…

Many years later, Chen Sha recalled the day he went down the mountain,

From the moment he descended the mountain, he was number one in the world.

In the next ten epochs, any gods and demons have returned, immortals and Buddhas have lived in the world, ancient powers and ancient gods have appeared one after another.

No matter how the times change, he has always been No. 1 in the world and has never changed.

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“When I left you, it wasn’t because I was materialistic.”

“I know.”

“He doesn’t love me. I already broke up with him.”

“I know.”

“You knew? I didn’t know you were still so concerned about me…”

“I know because he and I are now a couple.”

This is a story about how a poor loser turned into a tall, handsome and rich guy and snatched his ex-girlfriend’s current boyfriend away.

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For twenty years since his soul had transmigrated, Bailuo thought this was an ordinary world, until one day, a black leather book appeared in his mind.“Is there magic in this world?”Facing Bailuo’s question, his uncle remained unwavering as he said, “No.”“But there are miracles.”“What are miracles?”“A sword that can release flames, a pot that can pour out gold, a beautiful girl grown from a fruit.”The uncle said, “Controlling the mist, bringing the storm, commanding the thunder.”“Magic!”Bailuo raised his hand and pointed, “This is definitely magic!”“No.”His uncle said, “These are truly miracles.”Years later, when Bailuo looked upon the nation he had built with his own hands, that magnificent and majestic sight, he agreed with what his uncle had said all those years ago, “This is a miracle…”