I Cultivate Passively - Chapter 568 - Purging the Entire City

Gu Yanfei was reborn.

In her last life, only after her death did she find out that she was a real daughter in a book of true and false daughters.

The original female protagonist, Fake Daughter, is the daughter of luck. She occupies a magpie’s nest and is loved by thousands of people. She is the eyeball and heart of the Gu family, stepping on her Gu Yanfei’s flesh and blood for a lifetime of honor.

In that lifetime, Gu Yanfei lived and died unclearly.

After her death, she was reincarnated into the realm of self-cultivation and became a medical practitioner. She didn’t want to, but after practicing for two hundred years, she was struck by a thunderbolt back to her previous life.

Back to the time when the true and false daughter’s life experience was revealed.

When the real daughter came back, everyone in the Hou residence laughed at her with no ink on her chest and a straw bag.

But I don’t know that Gu Yanfei is now a full-level rebirth!

- Description from novelbuddy

An 18-year-old poor college student tried to apply for a job as a tutor but his life almost ended as demons' meal. In his last breath, a mysterious woman gave him a strange power. When he opened his eyes he had turned into a demon with a system that would turn him into… A pervert.

Now he must lived with his dual identity as a model student named Ethan and an incubus named Damian.

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