Arcane Academy: The Divine Extraction Legacy - Chapter 819 Steal

Ye Xuan is a very good doctor. Even though he is only 14-15 years, he has been learning medicine with his grandpa since he was 3 years old. His grandpa is a legendary doctor, of the Medicinal Dao Master level just one step shy of the ultimate level.

But his grandpa suddenly died after trying to cure a mysterious person with the “Hundred Evils Body” and Ye Xuan is now trying to survive together with his uncle. His grandpa left the first half of his doctor’s manual to Ye Xuan. The other half is in the hands of a former friend of his grandpa who now refuses to return it.

Ye Xuan has to become strong to retrieve the 2nd half of the manual. The first half of the manual contains a special acupuncture method which allows Ye Xuan to cultivate much faster than normal people.

When his uncle suddenly disappeared, leaving only a note with the word “flee!” on it, Ye Xuan is left on his own to survive in this world.

When Ye Xuan finally made it into a sect, he was forced to join a waning division of the sect where he is the sole student of a beautiful woman. His master…

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Ye Fan accidentally obtained a billion crystal technology system, and since then, he has become out of control.

Android: You do n’t even have a mobile phone system. I want to make it impossible for you all!
Ye Fan: Sorry, I researched it out, it seems to be more powerful than yours!
BMW Benz: Our engines are famous all over the world!
Ye Fan: Sorry, I do n’t have an engine, I only have magnetic levitation, and the speed is only a few times that of yours. Do n’t worry, take your time!
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Enemy: Is he still human?
Who can stop this!

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Jiang Yuan found himself transmigrated to a mysterious fantasy world, thrust into an unforeseen survival crisis. The allure of his vast fortunes triggered intense greed among those around him. Fortunately, he had already unlocked the panel of qi movement, granting him the ability to observe others’ innate qi movements and upgrade his own qi movement talents.

Strong and robust (white)→ Extraordinary physique (green)→ Body of the dragon and tiger (blue)→ ??? (gold)

Outstanding perception (green)→ Innate wisdom (blue)→ Peerless intelligence (purple)→ ???(gold)

With each qi movement reaching its pinnacle, the accumulations were constant. His talents, unmatched in history, led him on the gradual journey of invincible transcendence. One day, his eyes developed double pupils, a radiant sun and the supreme yin above his head, his physical body attained sanctity, and his primordial spirit became immortal. The question lingered: Celestial beings above, dare to descend?

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【Longevity (Purple)】: Add ten thousand years to your lifespan and stay forever young!

【Solar Divine Body (Purple)】: Possessing the origin of the sun, commanding the innate divine power of true solar fire, and conjuring the great sun.

【Ancient Double Pupil (Gold)】: Born with double pupils, a phenomenon akin to the Human Emperor, regarded as the reincarnation of the ancient Human Emperor, endowed with unmatched talent.

【Five-Colored Divine Light (Gold)】:Innate divine power, once harnessed, renders everything within the five elements powerless to resist!

【Endless Cycle Exemption (Red)】: Inherent taboo, immune to the cycle of reincarnation, preserving the true spirit and allowing reincarnation without losing consciousness.

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