Reincarnated into Two Bodies - Chapter 116: The Class is Back in Session

[Ding! Your new life has started. Stats have been reset. Potential has been recalculated. Your new journey has begun][Ding! Awkenining God's Blood. Your new body has the potential to become a God.]______Emperor Fenrir was hailed as the tyrant of power had everything a human could desire. Power, wealth and even people who looked up to him. However, despiute having it all, he lacked the most crutial thing needed for him to advance to a God - the blood of Gods that would break the last barrier for him.To overcome this weekness, Emperor Fenrir decides to restart his life by getting reborn into a body had has the highest amount of God's blood and would allow him to fulfil his goal. And finally, after a thousand years of waiting, he finally found the body he had been waiting for.What he did not expect was for the previous owner of his dream body to be a looser who had noting except money to call as a power. The pampered young master Fenrir got reincarnated to was the lowest of the low scums who depended on hs money to solve all his problems.However, now that Fenrir was here, this was all going to change. The world will see the rise of the tyrant once more...and a god as well.______r18 is mainly gore...and MC's tendencies. You have been warned. No Harem. No Romance.

Chen Shen traveled to a world of immortals and became the corpse collector of the Xianzong, burying the dead disciples every day.

To bury the disciples of the seventh level of Qi training, to obtain their immortal skills and experience, and to obtain part of their spiritual roots.

To bury the disciples of Daofeng’s inner disciples in the array, get the spirit-gathering array, the killing array, and the experience of the array.

Bury alchemy masters, get Peiyuan alchemy recipes, build foundation alchemy recipes, and get alchemy master experience packs.

Bury super geniuses, complete spiritual roots, and achieve heavenly spiritual roots…

Twenty years later, Chen Shen, the body collector who has grown into a Jindan Zhenjun but is still low-key, discovered that the corpses sent this time were unusual, as if they were from the whole sect!

“This is the system? This is my trump card? Why did you only give it to me after I died?” Lu Qing crossed over to the cultivation world and spent 200 years to become a Golden Core cultivator. He married, had children, and created a clan.

He only activated the “Clan Development System” after he died from serious injuries. [Spiritual Root Enhancement], [Resource Scouting], [Pure-yang Body]… Which option do you want?

I’ll give it all to you! I truly am your ancestor. Listen to me and I’ll take you to the skies!

Big news! Big news!

The people of Qingzhou spread the word to each other.

After 200 years of not having any daughters, the Jiang family of Xijin Ferry has finally given birth to a baby girl.

Legend has it that this baby girl was born with great good fortune.

On the day she was born, the long drought-stricken land was blessed with sweet rain.

A few days after she was born, when her elders went up the mountain to hunt, they found a huge spiritual mushroom, resolving the family’s urgent need.

Half a year after she was born, her father topped the imperial exam and was appointed as the top scholar, bringing glory to their ancestors. After becoming an official, under the blessings of little darling, he successively grew new high-yield grain varieties that yielded thousands of catties per mu, shocking the world. It was smooth sailing all the way as he rose through the ranks.

The noble lords looked at Jiang Yuqing subtly gaining favor from the Emperor on behalf of his father, and then at their own daughters who only knew how to fight for attention and be jealous. Tears of envy flowed from the corners of their mouths.

Jiang’s father weakly raised his hand: I swear I didn’t teach her that, do you believe me?

The lords: Tsk…

Seeing the little girl become more and more outstanding, drawing a frenzied swarm of admirers, a certain prince was finally enraged, his sword sweeping across and leaving blood flowing like a river: A flower raised by me, how dare you!