
Po Meng Kept Me for Five Hundred Years
by Chen Huomu
About This Novel
Po Meng stayed with me for five hundred years, but I forgot to drink Po Meng's soup when I was crossing the bridge! During his lifetime, he worshiped the enemy who destroyed his clan as his teacher, but in the end he was killed by his closest disciple. Ling Tian returned to the world of cultivation, only to find that he was born with a useless body. He could only look up to the sky and scream: "How can I get revenge!!!" Ling Tian accidentally bought an ancient sword at an auction, but was recognized by the ancestor of Qingfeng Mountain. "This is the Fire God Sword! I like it, and I'll trade it with you for the best Kaiyang Pill!" "Don't change!" "I'll exchange it for you with 10,000 high-grade spiritual stones!" "Don't change!" "I'll use my peerless technique to destroy you with thunder!" "Well... Don't change!" "Then what do you want, as long as I can give it to you, I'll trade it with you!" "Hey, I want to..."
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Official(3)Scraped 8d ago
Very well thought out!
It's well written, and the protagonist's character is very three-dimensional!
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After reading what you want to see, please remind me in the comment area and it will be updated. After I failed to sign the contract, I realized that I still had many shortcomings and I would finish it slowly. I couldn't let this story have a beginning or an end.
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Official(3)Scraped 8d ago
Very well thought out!
It's well written, and the protagonist's character is very three-dimensional!
Just take a look
Brothers and sisters, come and take a look😊😊 Newbies are on the road, please support me.
After reading what you want to see, please remind me in the comment area and it will be updated. After I failed to sign the contract, I realized that I still had many shortcomings and I would finish it slowly. I couldn't let this story have a beginning or an end.









