Unintended Immortality - Chapter 220: A Gift of Jingzhe Spiritual Energy

If the gods no longer bestow their mercy, then let us kindle bonfires, carry great swords, become skeletons, or heroes of legend.

[WARNING: The book contains scenes of an erotic nature, and focuses on romance and erotica in general]P.S: There are character illustrations in the discord channel: VNqSfqm4nq or 8MH8AyNBvC or e6ekVKyzrSP.S 2: The cover art is not mine, if you have any questions regarding copyright please contact me directly. Thank youThe cultivation world has always been cruel. Those who are weak will never be able to reach a new level and see the next day.Xie Qing was a youth from a wealthy family, merely the third son. He had a very ordinary talent, but unwilling to tarnish the family's reputation, his father sent him to one of the less influential but still good sects - the sect of the Heavenly Sword.Upon entering the sect, Xie Qing stunned everyone - not with his talent, but with his appearance, as if it had descended from the heavens. Fellow disciples and even elders wanted to use him for their purposes.However, one person surpassed them all - Elder Xu. Taking him as her disciple, she made Xie Qing assist her in daily life, and this continued until, during a massage, the youth saw a text in front of him. [The system has been activated!][Your first mission...][Seduce the master!]

Cale Virel was just a normal office worker.He was bored and tired of his life, waiting for it to end.And then—Bam!One night, two robbers targeted him!And instead of surrendering, he fought back!Though, in the middle of doing so—PHUCK!He got stabbed and died...He didn't regret it though.After all, he's not really afraid of death anymore.And so...He rested in peace..........Or so he thought!Cale Virel—“Huh? What the fuck?”He woke up as a young slave named Kaiser in a different world!And given another life he didn't ask for again—“Fuck this shit!”Cale, or should I say—Kaiser—“Ugh, whatever.”Decided to live it... By just doing whatever he feels like until he dies.

I remember the story of a novel I had read in my previous life just before my marriage. If you don’t mess up the wedding, you’ll be poisoned by your husband! So I kissed the pastor who was in charge of the ceremony.

“Commander, are you alright?” shouted one of the holy knights as he approached the pastor who was kissed.

Huh, what?

Wait … are you the commander of the Holy Knights?

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Rurutia, who was about to die, wanted to spend her last moment in a temple where she felt at ease the most. She started a business with her friends for the temple, and it was a big hit.

“Miss, you have the world in the palm of your hands!”

“Are you a God who has descended to Earth?”

In the midst of being embarrassed by the large crown, the commander of the holy knights himself was also acting strange.

“All I wish for is to be your husband,” he said, his eyes shining with obsession. “Take responsibility for stealing my first kiss.”

This is all so wrong.

It seems that I changed my future.