Ting Lan Listening to the Rain

The Duke's family has gone a century with no daughters. When a daughter was finally born to them, she should have received all the love and pampering, but it turns out that the real daughter had been swapped at birth and taken in by a family of kind-hearted hunters. Ever since they adopted the girl, the hunters seemed to get lucky in everything—game seemed to run into the traps and nets they set, and they would find rare herbs wherever they went. Ten tears later, the Duke's family finally realized the truth that their daughter had been swapped and journeyed over a thousand miles to bring her home. After she returned to her real family, the daughter was undoubtedly spoiled rotten by every member of her family...
After she grew up, Lin Qingluo excelled in martial arts and rose to the peak of the martial world. Joining the battlefield with her brothers and father, she crushed their enemies and became known as a Goddess of War, gaining countless admirers.
Lord of Heavenly Secret Pavilion: Your reputation precedes you, milady—none compares to you, just as the rumors say. 
Chief of the Potion Valley: Your skills with medicine are extraordinary, and I defer to your expertise. I pledge my loyalty in exchange for your tutelage to practice medicine and help people. 
The First Prince of Qi Nation: Thank you for rescuing me. I owe you a life debt. Lin Qingluo: A clingy prince has stolen my heart, and he is all I can think about. There is no other person on my mind.



Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter

The bustling street suddenly fell silent, and the onlookers quickly dispersed, avoiding the center of the conflict.


"Everyone, it was Li Shengyang who provoked this confrontation today, Mu Fan is only teaching him a lesson."


Seeing that the situation was getting out of control, Li Xuerou's sword tip trembled slightly, the threat obvious: "You people don't distinguish right from wrong and want to gang up on us. Are you not taking our Never-Aging Peak seriously?"


"Hmph, Shengyang's broken arm cannot go unavenged."


A disciple from the Everlasting Peak retorted angrily: "Either Mu Fan dies, or one of his arms is cut off to apologize to Li Shengyang."


Mu Fan's eyes were cold and frosty, and in a flash, his sword had turned into a rain of swords, layer upon layer, roaring away with the force of mountains and seas.


A series of screams sounded at the same time.


Chapter 1263: The Spirit Plants Garden Amidst the Bamboo Mountain Forest_1