Was it you that night? - Chapter 97 - 95 Mr. Wuya Wont Come Anymore

Alexander Blackwell has always been a man of taste, charm, and relentless ambition—traits he inherited alongside the world’s largest fortune. When his legendary father, a trillionaire who built an empire from nothing, passes away, Alexander wakes up to a reality most could only dream of: unlimited power, endless wealth, and a blank canvas to shape his legacy.But Alexander isn’t content with simply inheriting the Blackwell name; he’s determined to redefine it. From purchasing private islands to creating monuments of vanity, hosting the most exclusive events, and launching ventures that blur the line between brilliance and indulgence, he sets out to make himself unforgettable.To Alexander, ambition and excess go hand in hand. After all, what’s the point of having everything if you’re not building something bigger? What’s the point of having it all if you aren’t living like it?Disclaimer:This work is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All trademarks, brand names, and other proprietary rights mentioned or depicted are the property of their respective owners and are used for illustrative purposes only. This work is not affiliated with or endorsed by any brand, company, or individual mentioned. All rights reserved.

Unexpectedly arriving in a world where humans and Pokémon coexist in harmony, Natsume inherits an abandoned farm.With Pidgey soaring through the skies and Heracross resting under the shade of trees, the world’s vivid reality unfolds before him.But instead of aspiring to become a Pokémon Trainer, Natsume seems more inclined to embrace the life of a farmer.Natsume: “It’s decided. From today on, I’ll be a farmer.”However, as time goes on, Natsume starts to realize that his goals may have shifted just a little.“Champion Natsume, are you saying you originally just wanted to be a farmer?” a reporter asks earnestly.Natsume: “Would you believe me if I said it wasn’t entirely my choice?”

Qin Huai crossed into the mysterious fantasy world where demons were rampant and heroes were rising. He had no background or cultivation qualifications until the day he became a medicine store apprentice and started to cultivate with his fellow apprentices.

He found that the experience orbs actually fell out of his master and brothers.

He learned to grind medicine with his brothers.

“Ding! ‘Medicine Art’ Experience+3!”

His Master and brothers practiced martial arts.

“Ding! You picked up an ‘Essence of Qi Cultivation (White)’, ‘Qi Cultivation’ experience +3!”

He killed the bandits in the mountains and picked up their cultivation.

“Ding! ‘Astringent Breath Technique’ experience +13!”

His master said that the technique was not good at attacking, had a cultivation limit, and could only prolong life.

But when Qin Huai picked up the experience until the Astringent Breath Technique was 50 times stronger, his body took a tremendous change. A gentle push of his hand was like a wave. He could now both attack and defend.

People said that when two kinds of cultivation methods clashed, continuing to cultivate would lead to the death of the cultivator.

However, when Qin Huai picked up experience and directly skipped the cultivation process, he found there were no side effects at all!

When Qin Huai practiced more and more cultivation methods, he suddenly found that those methods interacted with each other in his body and became stronger skills.

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Qin Huai, who could pick up experience, began to wander among the major powers.

He saw flesh growing from white bones and the dead revived.

He saw demons cooking 10,000 people and exuding extremely evil energy.

He saw the Buddha statue chanting in the temple. Sanskrit sounded like a mantra.

Qin Huai silently picked up experience in order to settle down in the chaotic world.

Lu Miao: “I counted, you will die in three days.”

Gu Erye: “With your good words, I’ve lived enough.”

Turn around and find a dragon in the feng shui cemetery.

Lu Miao stretched out her hand, “Wait a minute, I am familiar with this business, and the fat and water will not flow into the field of outsiders.”

Three days and three days later, Gu Erye was in a hurry, “When will I die?”

Lu Miao, “Don’t worry, right now!”

Three months later, Gu Erye was alive and well, his face flushed and he squeezed people into the corner, “Miao Miao, you saved my life, you must be responsible to me.”

Lu Miao, a top metaphysicist, somehow transmigrated into a poor little boy who didn’t love his father or mother, and he even gave him a dying fiancé as a gift.

Her parents expected her to die, her brothers and sisters in the Gu family hated her, and everyone in the city was waiting to see her laugh.

Lu Miao has a talisman in her left hand and Feng Shui in her right hand, playing with Feng Shui.

Big shots from all walks of life came to the door one after another, “We are willing to pay ten times as much as the Gu family’s bride price.”

Brother and sister of the Gu family, “Get lost.”

Gu Erye, “Thank you for the invitation, I have received the certificate.”

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