Malevolent Warlock: Sin Of Eternity - Chapter 315: Seige on Sky Palace-3

Meng Yu’s Golden Finger was called “Corruption Strengthens Tenfold, Becoming a Demon Strengthens Hundredfold,”both extremely fierce and convenient to use. “Those who consume Qi are divine and long-lived, constructing the foundation of ten-thousand generations, and on the day they achieve immortality (’Dan’), they break the self of yesteryears (’Infant’), transforming into heaven and earth, thus becoming immortals.” This is the eternally correct tale of the Qi Refinement Practitioner Meng Yu’s grand cultivation adventure.

He had four disobedient disciples, who now achieved success, won recognition and established their own sects.

The embarrassing thing is that it was him who drove those four out of his sect to make them independent.

But one day he had an incident and lost his cultivation. His life was hanging by a thread. Wandering around, he walked into his third disciple’s territory.

What should I do?

Mountains and seas can be tamed, days and nights can disappear.

Only you, the exceptional you, refuse to give up.

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A man blessed with fortune, the best in his generation, had an accident and started anew; broken in body but firm in spirit, he now uses his wisdom to guide his evil disciples back to the right path.

Notes :
The title 参商 (Shēnshāng) has two meanings:
1) Constellations Shen (ch. “Three Stars mansion”, eu. Orion) and Shang (ch. “Heart mansion”, eu. Antares), which never appear at the same time.
2) Two friends/relatives who are separated/estranged and irreconcilable.

- Description from Novelupdates

Hell Ghost Wang Wannian is born again, smiling and proud!
What?
Are you a soldier, will the tank drift?
You are a master, can you give birth to dragons and tigers?
You are a superman, can you call the wind thunder?
Excuse me, I am not targeting anyone, everyone in my eyes, it is rubbish!

- Description from Uukanshu (translated)

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”