MTL - Death Notice - v11 Chapter 91 Variance

The great journey of an ordinary martial artist.“Once your habit is tainted, you have no choice but to live as a dog forever. Do not turn the wolf inside you into a dog.”

She died in her prime as the Queen of Song.

After being reincarnated, she becomes a simple trainee.

Losing her former glory? It doesn’t matter—no one can compete with her voice as a beautiful singer.

Mocked by her lowly birth? It doesn’t matter—her true identity is enough to make the whole world tremble.

She owes huge debts? It doesn’t matter…

A powerful boss once whispered to her, “Your debt will disappear if you become my woman.”

But the proud her would reply, “I’m sorry. I would sell my art, but not myself.”

The strongest man of the cultivation world, Yu Hua had sent the Grand Supreme Elderly Lord, Chi Hou to cultivate. After cultivating, Chi Hou was unrivaled for hundreds of thousands of years. However, he was ridiculed by the Demon Lord to be a bachelor who is as old as bone ashes and a fossil grade single dog. Not to even mention a girl, he doesn’t even have a little sister. In order to reverse the game, Chi Hou decided to kidnap the Demon Lord’s precious sister and turn her into his own little sister. He’ll first save her, then raise her, teach her magic, feed her dinner, tell her bedtime stories, and give her rare treasures. Like this, he’ll be the perfect brother. She won’t even remember her real brother.

Little sister: “What does this pervert who pulls me up every night to tell me ghost stories want to do? Cultivating to become a celestial is too hard, I want to go back to Earth!”

- Description from Novelupdates

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.