The Devil Does Not Need to Be Defeated - Chapter 31: [Magic]

Because of a chain bracelet, Bai Min inadvertently crossed over thousand years to become Daxing dynasty’s Murong Feng.

She married the mischievous and unruly 4th Prince Sima Rui.

Won’t this marriage disappoint the owner of the soul and body?

From their uninterested beginning until they slowly getting to know each other and finally got together.

An accident made this marriage predestined by fate became an autumn dream.

Eventually Bai Min cannot resist the longing of the heart and also cannot avoid the calling of her lover in the dream. She abandoned everything to cross over a millennium once more.

This affectionate love without regret and willing to give up everything was met with continous twists and turns.

She made a pact with her lord to be fated for three lives. Across a millennium, was it possible not to disappoint this lifetime?

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One-sentence introduction: After traveling back from the cultivation world, I went back to my hometown to farm and start a live broadcast to sell vegetables!

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Song Tan, who failed to cultivate the golden elixir to cross the tribulation, returned to modern times and found himself at the scene of a series of car accidents. He only escaped death with the help of his benefactor.

After waking up, the fairy Song Tan played with her mobile phone: I like this world!

Facing the computer with dull eyes and engaging in PPT, Song Tan: Destroy this world!

It is impossible to do PPT, so I can only go back to my hometown to farm.

Relying on his own experience in cultivating immortals, Song Tan built landscape gardens, harvested wild vegetables, farm meals, picked cucumbers, broadcasted live broadcasts, and sold mountain delicacies…

Until one day, she saw her savior—the man whose face was blown off halfway while saving her.

Song Tan looked at the other party’s wide shoulders, narrow waist and long legs, and then at the other half of his handsome face. Thinking of his two lifetimes as a single dog, he thought:

I heard that the double-cultivation secret method of the Hehuan Sect can nourish the appearance, but I don’t know…

[Pure farming, the kind of real farming]

[There is a male protagonist, but there are not many scenes]

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The female soldier king traverses into a useless little girl, confronting the strongest ghost lord who is both salty and sweet.She is the first legendary female soldier king in history, who traversed and was actually sold by a scumbag!!Unable to cultivate, abandoned, and cursed for a hundred lives, without a good ending?She holds a book defying fate, enslaving the heavens, making the earth her servant. Whoever splashes dirty water on her, she boils it and splashes it back.Punching scumbags, kicking white lotuses, with the universe in her left hand and the world in her right, she counterattacks in one fell swoop, changing the winds and clouds.Behind her, a lazy voice calls out.“Stop right there. I've confirmed through the eyes, you are the woman this lord wants to flirt with.”

At nineteen, Dexter was already one of the world’s most celebrated authors. His books topped charts. Critics praised his genius. Fans devoured every word. But behind the acclaim was a lonely boy—raised without parents, love, or real friends—just stories.He published his first novel at fourteen. By seventeen, he was a literary star. But the higher he rose, the hollower it felt.Then came the writer’s block. The headaches. The blackout. And the transmigration.Dexter awoke in the body of Daylan, a disgraced young man in a crumbling, medieval world laced with steampunk tech, divine law, and political unrest. Daylan had already failed two of the three sacred Trials—rites that determine one’s magical potential. He was drowning in debt, entangled in plots to overthrow a corrupt Divine Church, and branded a lost cause.With no way back, Dexter took the final Trial—the most brutal of them all—and began a path that would earn him the whispered title: Soldier, Poet, King.But as his powers grew, one question haunted him: Did he truly die? And if so, who—or what—chose to bring him back?