Comic System in Naruto's World - Chapter 47

Reborn into the Marvel world and become the son of the boss Jin Bing, what about the prince of the underground forces?

Don’t panic, the Black Shadow Corps provides the most loyal subordinates!

Twelve spells give you extraordinary power!

The eight demons will let you master the supernatural powers of overturning rivers and seas!

If you want to challenge, line up and come one by one!

- Description from novelbuddy

There are five skills in Taoism: That is, spiritual practice, medical skills, numerology, anthroposcopy , and divination.

As a Taoist doctor, Zhou Jinyuan can tell fortune and save lives.

However, when a doctor can draw talismans and do alchemy, at the same time he is a very young… He has to prove himself is not a liar!

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Zhou Jinyuan: Seeing a doctor? Wait for me to finish this talisman.

Patient (panic face): ? ? I’m sorry that I disturbed you.

- Description from Novelupdates

Working in a big factory for several years, Wang An, who was prematurely aging, accidentally obtained a cheat that can earn experience. The improvement of his skills brought him unexpected surprises.

It turns out that some things are not just legends.

Lightness kung fu can really make people walk on the snow without a trace, and fly over the walls.

Vajra is not broken, it can indeed produce the power of vajra, and become the body of vajra, invulnerable to swords and guns.

Congenital qi, grasping iron into mud

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Brushing experience does not rely on simple repetition, but requires continuous learning, summarization, and comprehension.

- Description from novelbuddy

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.