The Martial God who Regressed Back to Level 2 - Chapter 652:

Qiao Ningxun died and was reborn back to the time when her family owed hundreds of thousands in debt.

As soon as he was reborn, he met his scumbag father who came over with his new love and gave up custody rights.

My mother lost her job soon and had to support three children who were studying. The family was very poor.

But when Qiao Ningxun discovered that he could cultivate immortality, then no problem would be a problem.

As time went by, everyone found that Qiao’s fruits and vegetables were the best growing and the sweetest.

Every time the Qiao family goes up the mountain, they always get a lot of harvest. Morels, porcini mushrooms, chicken fir, etc. that others can’t find are shipped down the mountain in large quantities.

People in the Qiao family are getting younger and younger as they live, the men are getting stronger and stronger, and the women’s skin is as tender as a peeled egg.

Qiao Ningxun spoke as if she had received a blessing, and her words were accurate. Countless people came to her for fortune telling every day.

For those who are good to Qiao Ningxun, everyone’s destiny has undergone major changes.

The disappeared guqin scores, ancient medicine prescriptions, and ancient martial arts suddenly appeared.

And the final communicator turned out to be Qiao Ningxun.

The Qiao family gradually became the richest family in Daguo Village.

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After Qiao Ningxun helped her family live a good life, there were many rumors about Qiao Ningxun on the Internet.

Qiao Ningxun and a world-famous plutocrat entered and exited a villa at the same time, causing a sensation in the media. Is Qiao Ningxun being kept?

A certain chaebol: “That’s my daughter!”

Qiao Ningxun and a top celebrity appeared in a restaurant at the same time. Fans were heartbroken. Is the main character in love?

A certain person said: “That’s my sister.”

Qiao Ningxun and Gao Leng, the world’s richest man, appeared together many times, and the crowd shouted: “Qiao Ningxun must be his relative again.”

The aloof richest man in the world: “My relative is a ghost, she is my wife!”

Netizens: “???”

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In a world where power is hidden behind corporate empires and ancient martial legacies, John Lopez lives a double life. Known publicly as a carefree young man, he secretly bears the terrifying title of the King of Horizon, a supreme martial expert feared across the continent.When his beloved sister Queenie becomes the target of a brutal smear campaign threatening to destroy her company and reputation, John is forced to confront the shadows lurking in the high towers of business and politics. As conspiracies deepen and enemies rise—ranging from corrupt business moguls to deadly assassins—John’s wrath becomes unstoppable. But danger isn't only around him—it strikes home when his eldest sister, Alice, falls victim to a rare and deadly poison. With time running out, John must defy the odds, wield ancient techniques, and unleash the full fury of Horizon’s might to protect his family.

A girl who calls herself a demon appeared before a timid student named Fumio Kijima. The girl claims to be a campaign girl from the demon world and she gives him the ability to “summon a room” from nothing but thin air.

At first he doesn’t abuse his power and uses it as a convenient ability in his every day life. But one day he is bullied by his classmates under a false pretext and is made to suffer. In the past he would have wallowed in misery and cried himself to sleep, but now he had a power to call upon.

“I will make them regret it!”

Using his powers to summon his “room”, he begins his era of confinement and brainwashing to achieve his goals.

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.