The Regressed Blood Knight's Strategy - Chapter 153

I awoke as Violet, a familiar villainess trapped in a shady corporate research lab. Screw this! With my unstoppable cloning technique, I’m getting out of here and going to the Academy to live my own life!

After 6,000 years of development by the immortal sect on Planet Earth, all of the leyline spiritual energy was controlled by the country. They only released enough spiritual energy for the cultivators to breathe. If a cultivator wanted to use the spiritual energy to train themselves, they would have to pay the immortal sect for that.

Chen Mobai was a senior high school student at the Fifth High School of the Immortal Sect. He was studying for his entrance exam at the colleges of the immortal sect. His biggest dream was to achieve the Foundation Establishment Realm until he was transmigrated to a cultivation world.

“There’s no one here despite how dense the spiritual energy is?”

“Wait! Isn’t this the legendary spiritual herb? Are these not extinct here?”

“Huh? Is this the method to extract one’s Spiritual Root? Also, isn’t this a divine technique?”

“What a powerful cultivator! Please accept me as your disciple!”

As his life in the cultivation world continued, his dream changed.

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Ye Xinghui was tricked into another world by an unscrupulous god.Still, he at least has a golden finger.At first, Ye Xinghui planned to rely on his golden finger to become a protagonist in the new world, but… when he saw his parents’ information, he was completely dumbfounded.His father turned out to be the legendary King of Soldiers, and his mother was the legitimate daughter of the first noble family in China.But this was nothing. Ye Xinghui was even more dumbfounded when his brother suddenly woke up and said, “Shouldn’t I be going through the heavenly tribulation? Why am I here… wait… is this Earth?”Ye Xinghui can’t help but think, ‘Didn’t we agree that I would be the protagonist?’

Everywhere Leticia went, she was compared to her siblings.

Sadly, it was all too common.

She was not as pretty as her second sister Diana,

nor as smart as her third brother Emil,

nor as good with a sword as her fourth brother Xavier,

nor as talented with magic as her youngest sister Irene. However, she was never jealous or envious of her siblings.

In fact, she was proud of them. And yet, she never knew that her family was ashamed of her. Until the moment her family abandoned her.