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After being reborn and returning to the day when his son died tragically as a sacrifice, Su Mingzhi seized the opportunity to reverse his fate and protected Xiao Man with all his strength, guarding against the evil hands of the Shen family. Eggs are quenched with poison and wintersweet is dyed black. The "God's will" twelve years ago turned out to be a poisonous conspiracy. But he didn't expect that the person next to him, Shen Baguio, was the ultimate hunter. This rebirth was never about redemption, but a carefully laid hunting trap!

When I opened my eyes, I saw that it was not the high-rise building again, but an antique wooden hut. As the fragments of memory condensed, I finally remembered that this was the territory of the sect that I had just occupied, and there were no disciples yet. When I heard the dinging sound in my mind and saw the page of the Holy Land Development System, I knew that my life in the sect had officially begun. Accept disciples, make big money, grab treasures, and cultivate yourself. In the vast starry sky, the rising star; The mighty sun, when the light spreads all over the sword; Breaking the "rules of heaven" and disturbing the "terrain", there will definitely be a place for me to attack in the mainland.

There is water in a thousand rivers, a moon in a thousand rivers, and a cloudless sky in thousands of miles; I can only see three-thirds of the land in my eyes, but I am already ninety thousand miles away in my heart. A man's secondary education is to compose poetry, a man's naivety is also to compose poetry, and a man's interest is to compose poetry. Even if it is a bad poem, you can always taste it if you taste it yourself. "Remember, my name is Li Zichen, also known as the Jiujianxian, or I can be called the Poet Immortal!"

When I opened my eyes, what appeared in front of me was no longer the tall building, but an antique wooden bed. The silent journey brings a twist of fate. The handsome young man returned from a distant place. Horse hooves trample, the smoke of war rises; starting from here, march thousands of miles. The sect's holy land is the only Xingri Sect.