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This book is going through a Rewrite. Please start reading chapter 253 onwards if you don't want to go through the earlier chapters that didn't get edited and amateurish.
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A new synopsis will be added later after the initial preparation and rewriting are done. Do look forward to it because I can assure you that the storyline is much better compared to the earlier 250 chapters.
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(This synopsis does not apply to chapter 253 onwards. Take note)
It was a cultivation world where the strong preys on the weak. The cycle continued, but neither factions nor dynasties managed to overcome the corrosion of time.
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Qin Lan was a youth in his fifteen years old. Playful but socialized well with people of his age, this third young master was well respected wherever he goes. But little did they know that he's considered trash when it comes to cultivation.
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But everything changed when he steps forward to fight for a righteous cause and protecting his household servants.
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His memories before his current reincarnation came back. 
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He was the Sect Leader of Kuangshan Lu Sect. He's also the founder of the Misty Sea Eternal Dynasty. Furthermore, he's the third Supreme Emperor in his most glorious era.
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And once again, the forgotten Supreme Emperor of Mist shall make his way towards the top of the cultivation world once more.

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Supreme Emperor of Mist

"Who has a sample of the Essence Transformation Pill?" a man asked inside a spacious spiritual cave he reserved. Seated before him was a group of six disciples with the armband of [Dan] on them, which explains where they came from.


"Here." the one seated nearest to the leader's seat took a bottle out from his sleeve's pocket. It was given to a female attendant standing beside the man and brought to his attention.


"Sweet and minty flavor... If my guess is correct, this pill is concocted from one or two herbs at most. The grade of the plant has to be at least at the spiritual class." the man used a precise tool to create a scratch on the pill's surface.


"What do you think, Er-Lang?" the man signaled the female attendant to bring the tray over to the one seated next to him.


The one named Er-Lang had his face stays just an inch before touching the female attendant's voluptuous chest. But nobody complained as everyone present in this room was used to his antics.


Lang [Medicine] House (1)