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My Descendant Begged Me To Help Him Just After I Became A God

Jiang Changsheng was reincarnated as the crown prince of the Jing Kingdom. However, he was switched at birth and was sent to grow up in a temple. He was raised as a Taoist. The change in his fate was devastating. Fortunately, he was able to awaken the Survival System and gained the power to not die from aging. Every time he survived a dangerous event, he could receive rewards. His senior brother almost killed him by accident. He was lucky enough to survive that and was rewarded with the Divine Shadow Kick. He almost got crushed when the ceiling fell on top of him during an earthquake. He was able to obtain the Nine Seeking Divine Dragon Step. After surviving the demon invasion, he was rewarded with the magic treasure, Demon Subduing Mace. This was a world where kingdoms stood tall, demons rampaged in the wild, martial arts ruled the street, and where Gods did not exist. 300 years had passed. The Jing Kingdom was starting to fall. The dukes came together and made the emperor their puppet. The kingdom was divided. After decades of internal conflicts, the kingdom was on the verge of being invaded. The citizens were pretty much living in hell. The puppet king, Jiang Xuanzhen, arrived at the temple and begged, “Ancestor, I apologize for being weak! Please! Help us regain our glory!”

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Da Yi's World-Destroying Archery, Number One Force in the World

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Jiang Changsheng's arrow destroyed the two sects' bases along the coast of the Donghai Dynasty into a bay and wiped out all the martial artists who stayed there. Even though it was not a total annihilation, it had at least caused the Thousand South Ocean Sect and the Luo Sect to suffer heavy losses and their vitality was greatly damaged. It was impossible for them to make a comeback in the future.

Even though he wanted to receive a survival reward from them, he had to keep his enemies under control. He should kill those who made enemies with him to prevent them from plotting against him. Moreover, as long as he did not reveal his full strength, every once in a while there would be someone who thought they could challenge him.

In fact, his deterrence was already strong enough. After living for more than a hundred years, excluding those who were about to die and wanted to die, the number of battles he had encountered could be counted on one hand.