MTL - The County Magistrate is Not Slag Very A - Chapter 22

MC (female protagonist) dies in a plane crash and wakes up in the body of a beautiful but corrupt and lascivious prime minister in ancient times, Zhang Qinglian. As circumstances decree, he (she) cannot reveal that the original owner’s soul is gone else calamity might occur. So he (she) decides to walk a righteous path, determined to help the lovely but simple little emperor rule the country. Not backing down after facing torture, not losing courage, destroying rebellions and facing off with scheming princes.

Qin Chen crossed into Taiyi Holy Land as a sweeper, and at the age of sixteen awakened the system. As long as he signed in at different places, he could get different rewards.

Sign in at the Land of Emperor Ruins and get the world’s No. 1 Chaos Holy Body and the Chaos Emperor Sutra!

Sign in to seal the magic land and get the quasi-emperor soldiers!

Sign in at the Refining Hall and get the God-level Refining Technique!

Sign in at the medicine garden and get the medicine of immortality!

Sign in at the Imperial Palace and get the Emperor-level forbidden magical power ‘Resurrection from the Dead’!

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Qin Chen thought that he would just sign in silently until the world was invincible.

One day, the relics of the Great Emperor will appear in the Holy Land, all the holy places, families, and ancient dynasties have come, and there will be an unparalleled demon king in the relics, killing countless powerhouses, ruling the world, and wanting to destroy the Holy Land.

In desperation, Qin Chen could only walk out, slapped the Demon King to death, and sighed: “I just want to be a sweeper and sign in silently. Why do you force me to take action?”

- Description from novelbuddy

A young man sat on a chair and looked out at the ocean. With one wisp of Spirit Qi, he could point anywhere on this vast and expansive world, pointing at any place that didn’t look right.

Someone once became the last one to wield a knife that could decapitate huge dragons and bathed in dragons’ blood. Someone once loved treating others to chicken soup, so he kept nine phoenixes in his backyard.

Someone once sat lazily on the top of mountains as his words flooded river banks, and his qi could hold a million soldiers back. Someone once moved mountains and shifted hills with just one brush, his paintings so captivating it could enchant immortals and deities.

That year, the warmth of spring made the flowers bloom. They were merely an ordinary butcher, a bookworm, a chicken farmer and a poor artist. This is the story of how a Low Level Martial World Continent was transformed into the Ultimate Fantasy Universe.

- Description from Qidian