Cold Night

Qin Feng was an undefeatable divine master. He was reincarnated 3000 years ago and back to his wife and daughter.
At that time, Qin Feng had just partnered up with his friend to start a company. He was deep in debt and lived through the day by consuming an insane amount of alcohol.
His cute daughter was completely disappointed in him and his wife wanted a divorce.
Now that he had a chance to live that life once again, he wanted to stop doing things that he had once regretted.
He wanted to protect his wife and daughter, and give them the happy life they should have got years ago.
He did not care if he would not become the Qingyun Immortal again. All he wanted was to let his wife and daughter see hope, to bring back his broken family, and correct the mistakes he had made. For those, he was willing to sacrifice everything. And he would, because his past experience as the Qingyun Immortal in the cultivation world had granted him with unpredictably magical skills to deal with all the barriers he might have run into on the way to his goal.

Super Cultivator Daddy

     don't be so smug, kid. I'm not in the mood to play with you today. It's more exciting to see such experts fight than to win money.  The middle-aged man said resentfully.


  The young man also knew that this guy was probably out of money, so he couldn't laugh at him anymore. The most taboo thing on the gambling table was to mock those who lost money, because such people were already in a state of extreme mental breakdown. If he dared to laugh at him again, he might do something extreme.


  Often, the smart ones would give back a little money to prevent the losers from losing and doing something out of line. This was also an unwritten rule.


  Of course, this kind of rule would only appear between people with good gambling ethics. It could also be considered as losing money to avoid disaster.


  "Then let's see who wins this round." The young man said with a smile.


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