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Reborn as a Flood Dragon: taking a female Sword Immortal as disciple

After a day of hard work, Zhou Zaizhi, a surgeon in training, freshly graduated from university, died in his sleep. After investigation, the police concluded the cause of death as: Heart attack. Due to pulling all nighters frequently to met the deadlines on assignments, keep up his studies, and to wake up in time for his rounds in the hospital, Zhou Zaizhi had developed two bad habit: microsleep and reliance on energy drinks. AFter a year and a half, his frail body that was getting weaker by the day due to the lack of exercise finally gave in. Zhou Zaizhi died alone in his rented room silently, pitifully. When he opened his eyes again, Zhou Zaizhi found himself in a dark cave smell of blood and decay. He looked at his body and was shocked to find that he was no longer human. After he came out and investigated for a while, he found out with hollow laughter was that he seemed to had been reborn and possessed a flood dragon. What made him despaired was that he seemed to be hated by all, shunned by all. And that was not the worst of it. The longer he lived, the more he found out a terrifying truth: There seems to be many old monsters lurking in the dark, constantly whispering words of deceit to his ears, controlling the tide of the world. "How am I supposed to survive like this!?" Turning to look at his youngest disciple that he took in a few decades back, Zhou Zaizhi felt a sense of relief. 'As long as I have this disciple, my survival is certain, Nascent Soul is in sight!' He thought happily with such optimistic world view, how innocent. It was a beautiful woman who seems to be in her early twenties. Instead of delicate flowing silk robe, this woman instead wore fur coat with light, Mountain Patern Armor. Her name was Wan Zhaolu. Zhou Zaizhi sighed, "Lu'Er, why are you wearing your armor all the time? Isn't it uncomfortable? You should try wearing that silken skirt little Xiao gave you the other day." Wan Zhaolu who was wiping her sword looked up at him with a trace of anger and annoyance hidden inside her eyes: "Master, you know Xiaomiao?" Zhou Zaizhi tilted his head slight, he replied: "Of course? She's your friend after all." Wan Zhaolu sighed and was about to turn back to cleaning her sword when she heard him continued: "Or you could try this dress little Jinghua gave me, sighs, why did she even give me such a thing?" Wan Zhaolu snapped her head back at him, " Who is this Jinghua? Is she a woman?" "Huh? She is Yisong's junior, she visited us a few months ago remeber?"
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F-ranker Sword Saint: My Soulbound Sword is Secretly SSS-tier!

A century ago, colossal stone swords descended from the skies, stabbing deep at the heart of twenty-eight cities. Like so began the Sword Trials. Worlds against Worlds, Race against Race in a separate, unique, battleground realm that resembled the greatest sword-themed, faction versus faction MMORPG that ever existed. Levels, Legendary Equipment, Hidden Quests, Guilds, Territories, Spawns, NPCs, Sword Skills, Loot that could transcend worlds through a special currency… Only those who can awaken their sword marks would be called Bladeborns, warriors of their race. Armed with Soulbound Swords of varying tiers that decided their ranking in the modern hierarchy, they would fight for the continued existence of their worlds. Ending the battle, however, proved far more difficult than expected. A seemingly unbreakable hundred-year stalemate was reached. The apocalyptic ending eventually faded from everyone’s minds, and being a Bladeborn suddenly turned into a profession. Some even treated the Sword Trials as a mere game. Schools began adding swordsmanship classes as a major subject, and those who excelled beyond their peers at the same high school would be called Sword Prince and Princesses. One such celebrity was Daru Finnley, a young man who had an unusual love for the sword. Labeled the Fallen Sword Prince after a disastrous awakening ceremony, the title of genius changed into garbage overnight. But his “trash” sword held a secret. And so did his soul… Three worlds WILL fall.
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