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My Life Can Be Infinitely Simulated

Gu Yang crossed over to a high-martial world, eked out a living in small village for two years, and finally saved up enough and activated the Life Simulator system. With a certain amount of money, a simulation can be run. After the simulation ends, one of the three can be retained: realm, martial arts skills, or life wisdom. [For five years you were an accountant, saved up enough money to buy a cultivation manual, practiced hard for ten years and became a Ninth Realm martial artist, but then ran into an enemy and died!] [Once you left the mountains, you were at the Ninth Rank, became a protector of a certain family, practiced intensely for twenty years, broke through to the Eighth Grade, and ultimately, died of old age in a small town.] [Once you left the mountains, you were at Eighth Grade, received recognition from a noble clan, were taught profound martial arts, but due to slow progress, were marginalized, and after a dozen years, you finally broke through to the seventh grade, but then encountered powerful foes on a mission and were killed.] … After countless rounds of simulations: [You encounter people, but none are a match for you. You realize that you have become invincible.]

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432 Chs

011 My Mistress is Rich

Translator: 549690339

A gust of mountain wind hesitated before letting out a cold chuckle, "So you want me to serve as your cattle and horse, huh? Fine, just don't try to separate the brothers under my command. If you agree to those conditions, then my life is yours."

"Deal."

Zheng Renjie agreed without hesitation, his eyes untouched by the woman's beauty from beginning to end as if it was all but a passing cloud.

The mountain wind immediately got down on one knee and said gruffly, "From now on, whatever you command, Gu Yang will cross a sea of flames if necessary."

Zheng Renjie gave a satisfied smile and said, "Remember your words. Tomorrow morning, bring your men with you and wait for me outside the marshland."

With that, he vanished into thin air.

Gu Yang felt a shadow flicker past him, turning his head to look, he could only catch sight of a white silhouette disappearing over the courtyard wall.

"Sixth grade—."

Only a martial artist at or above the sixth grade could have such light footwork.