True Solution of the Sword Dao - Chapter 21 - 17 Materials

The gods visit my shop. I travel across countless worlds with them. But then… “This is my sword, the Heavenly Tyrant Blade.” “This is the Ruyi Jingu Bang.” “This is the lightning spear I once wielded.” Their payments are… peculiar.

Bai XiaoHu has been a nine-tailed fox since birth and is always proud of her nine big and fluffy tails. However, when she was going through ‘heaven’s test’, the judgmental lightning burned all nine of her tails, leaving her with an empty back.

Bai Xiaohu was shocked, devastated, and raged; she has no choice but to look all over the world trying to find a way to grow her tails back.

Then she suddenly recalled that she once encountered a poor little white kitten several hundred years back, and to help him become enlightened, she offered him fur from each of her nine tails, helping to cultivate him into a nine-tail cat. Since his tails came from hers, if he is willing to give her one tail, she can attach it back to herself!

Thus, she started looking for that nine-tailed cat everywhere, only to find out he isn’t a part of the heavenly court and instead reincarnated into a human and had gone through several lives in the mortal world. In addition, the moral world he is now in is raging evil energy, which will cause it to collapse soon.

As the leader of the No. 1 mercenary team in the ‘last days’, Lu Ye was always respected and feared by everyone up until a little girl joined his team.

The little girl looked quite delicate, but super empowered when beating the zombies. Lu Ye’s only problem is that she keeps staring at his butt.

Couldn’t bear it anymore, Lu Ye cornered the girl: “What are you looking at after all?”

But who would’ve expected the girl to suddenly burst into tears: “Where are your tails?”

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Oliver Patrick, the Greatest General in Stormfront's history has a secret - a secret not many know. They think that his Iron WIll was built overnight. They know not the path of suffering he walked, as the slave Beam, to reach his destiny as King, and then Emperor.This is that story. A true story, of progress, struggle, hardship and strength. A story of greatness achieved without a system. A story of how one unknown boy's struggle transformed a continent forever.//ExtractThe arm dropped to the floor, as did the head. Spear points raced past the falling corpse as the goblins sought to take advantage of his momentary lapse in attention. But the tide had already shifted. The equilibrium that had kept the battle going for so long was shattered. With no bruiser to take care of their front lines and distract his attention, the goblins in front of him were no match for his speed.He employed his misdirection as he normally might, feigning the same backwards step that he had practised over and over, before leaping forward, catching the goblin off guard, twisting his body to avoid its spear and forcing his blade into its throat.It let out a high-pitched squeal as it dropped its spear and attempted to stem the tide of blood that was spurting from the wound. The goblin next to it squealed too, in fear this time, as its eyes widened, seeing two of its comrades dealt with so easily in quick succession. Beam saw it take a backwards step, as it attempted to turn and run away. But he was on it before it had a chance. He wrapped his arm around its neck and drove a sword through its back.Rather than let the corpse fall to the floor as he normally might, he held onto this one, enduring its death throes. Once life had finally left its body, he shifted it into place as a meat shield. Two arrows thudded against it, almost piercing it straight through. But the time they reached Beam the momentum was entirely gone – though they touched him, they did not even pierce his clothes.Slowly, with his meat shield in place, Beam advanced on the remaining goblins. They both shared a glance with each other as they dared to fire another volley, before turning on their heels and attempting to sprint away.“Stay,” a brief moment of eye contact, and one of the goblins was rooted in place. Beam tossed his shield aside and picked up a spear instead. With a twist of his hips and shoulder, the spear went soaring, impaling the running goblin straight through its stomach. Its bow fell to the ground, as strength left its hands. It then fell to its knees, before falling face down to the floor, pushing the spear back through itself.