~l'm sorry, but l not a Cultivators~ [Eng]

~l'm sorry, but l not a Cultivators~ [Eng]

  • WpView
    Прочтений 169
  • WpVote
    Голосов 5
  • WpPart
    Частей 4
WpMetadataReadВ процессе37m
WpMetadataNoticeLast published втр, июн. 24, 2025
⚠️⚠️⚠️THIS STORY IS PURELY FROM MY OWN Imagination, THIS IS NOT A TRANSLATION OF THE NOVEL .DON'T COPY MY STORY!!!!!⚠️⚠️⚠️ ___________________________ tells the story of a secret shop that sells various items or medicines that are very rare, the shop is located very far from the end of the world, no one knows where it comes from. The secret shop is inhabited by an ordinary girl named Li Hua. She is not a cultivator but she inherited this shop from her grandmother. This story tells about Li Hua's experience, an ordinary girl who is a nobody, in running this secret shop even though she is not a cultivator at all. Start From : 16/05, 2025 End : Book cover : picture Credit: all to the right artist.
Все права сохранены
#26
handsomemalelead
WpChevronRight
Join the largest storytelling communityGet personalized story recommendations, save your favourites to your library, and comment and vote to grow your community.
Illustration

Вам также может понравиться

  • Wandering in a foreign world
  • [1] I've Become The World's No. 1 Master Swordsman
  • I Became a Pawnshop Owner

When Kael Aranthos dies in a mangled car wreck, he awakens not in an afterlife, but in the opulent yet perilous world ,a vast realm of realms of cultivation where qi flow like rivers, and towering cities hide dungeons hungry for blood. Reborn as a thirteen-year-old boy, Kael is thrust into the heart of Leutogia, a city of sapphire canals and weeping willows, where beauty masks a thousand knives in the dark. Armed with a cryptic System that grafts RPG rules to his reality, Kael's first breath in this new life is a fight for survival.In a world where power is a currency and every shadow has teeth, Kael must choose: master the blade and become the monster the System demands, or unravel its secrets before it turns his second life to ash. But the sword remembers what he does not-and its memory is drenched in blood.*

Подробнее
WpActionLinkТребования к контенту