The Unique Guardian Beast Master in Cultivation World - Chapter 392 - 246: The Morning Cry of the Phoenix

Transmigrated with a player panel and a Synthesis Cube into the game world he played in his previous life, Sunan became a noble whose title was taken away.At this time, the continent is still an Elemental Desert, and the powerful Wizards abandoned this world a thousand years ago to explore the multiverse. Wizards gradually became an elusive legend.Only Sunan knows that a thousand years later, with the revival of elements and the return of Wizards, the continent is about to usher in a prosperous Wizard era.What he needs to do is simple.Work hard to cultivate and become a Wizard, and live until the arrival of the Wizard era!“Lack of resources?”“No problem, I'll just synthesize them myself.”Sunan opened the Synthesis Cube.

Yun Woo is the youngest author in history to enter the literature world. His debut work was a massive hit but this success was short lived for the unprepared.

This was the era that belonged to various powerful bloodline warriors, the fervorous era where magic powers and warrior energies were the deciding factor of dominance! With endless ardour and unstoppable courage, a grassroot nobody could also shine and live like a boss!

In the residence of the Duke of Zhenguo, the legitimate young miss, known for her icy demeanor, had transformed overnight.She, who usually regarded no one, woke up to confront anyone she saw with a few harsh words, using her frail body to intimidate so much that no one dared to touch her.Afterwards, this legitimate young miss began taking on retainers, nurturing powerful officials, engaging in commerce, and recruiting troops… Every act so shocking and audacious, it defied the norms and provoked fear in all who spoke of her!Yan Wanqing was seen as an enchantress and a disaster by the people, a thorn in the flesh and a nail in the eye that the ministers wanted desperately removed, an entity everyone shunned as if she were a venomous snake.Only the Crown Prince Mingyue, descending from the divine altar, in the dark, godless alleys, grasped her neck and repeatedly asked her, “Will you marry me or not?”