You Practice Immortality, I Farm - Chapter 362: Cordyceps sinensis

I, Kang Woojin, was quitting my design work and became a jobless person. The next day, my friend took me to auditions and I was forced to perform.

As i was given a script, the void space appeared in my mind and forced me to relive the character.

I got stabbed. Became a serial killer. Became an Exorcist.

As I become an actor, the misunderstandings keeps growing day by day.

As the daughter chosen by the Heavens, she was already extraordinary from birth. However, with her talents concealed, she was treated like tr*sh and mercilessly betrayed. So, she decided to let her supreme capabilities shine!

From then on, her bloodline had been awoken. Everything was possible—refining antidotes and weapons through alchemy, taming the dragons and phoenixes, and even being the ultimate ruler of the world. Since then, millions of people admired her and she lived up to her name as the strongest concubine in the world!

Only that cold, evil and immensely domineering Ice Emperor, whom she had accidentally provoked, loved, protected and helped her everywhere…

“Oh dear, after he has treated me like that, how can I ever like someone else? This man is really cunning!”

# SONOFLUCK

In the year 2060, a holographic game named Glory descended. Players discovered that the skills and equipment they acquired in the game could be materialized in reality.

Suddenly, everyone went crazy looting for resources in the game.

Chen Feng was one of the players. Moreover, right after he entered the game, he awakened a hidden attribute that everyone would kill to have – Top-tier Luck.

In the Beginners’ Village, all the other players chased behind the chickens in order to hunt them. However, things looked very different for Chen Feng. One by one, the chickens hit him and died. He acquired experience points just by standing still.

When the other players were grinding hard for resources, Chen Feng picked up coins for free as soon as he stepped out of his door.

When the other players were grinding hard in order to collect a good piece of equipment, Chen Feng was already garnered with all kinds of god-tier equipment.

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”