The Xian Practice would eventually be successful!
It was as if a test from raging heaven. The Soul Removal technique to become the greatest immortal needed both strength and endurance.
Nine hundred and ninety-nine lighting strikes could not do any harm to his soul…

Yes… They could not do any harm. If he had succeeded in the technique, he should be in heaven… but why was he here?!
He was now in the body of a seven-year-old kid named “Merlin”, the son of the third minor wife of “Witcher”, who came from the wealthy family “Szirtes”.
Even though he was the son of Witcher and the grandchild of Earl Szirtes, his mother was still an unworthy, poor servant.

So, his status was the ‘servant’ that the family loathed.

What was more shocking was that the little kid who looked as if he could break at any moment was able to refine an enormous amount of vital essence, or Qi!! He could even easily penetrate the first level of qi!!

The strange power for Xian Practice in this world was different from that of the world he came from. It was a great treasure all the Xians were looking for.

It was called the great “Magical Power”.

This might be a second chance from heaven! The Xian Practice using magical power has now begun! 

Deva Wizard: The Great Xian in King Arthur's Realm

Warlord Whiteteeth’s aggressive eyes narrowed.


It was as if the whole atmosphere had been frozen, staying completely still.


Merlin’s words put Regulator Yoda in a really bad situation.


Warlord Whiteteeth raised the corners of his lips, showing an unpredictable smile on his face.


This smile terrified Regulator Yoda. He did not even dare to breathe loudly.


Suddenly, the Warlord burst out laughing.


“If it is about this, you can rest assured that nobody will hear about alchemy.”


Both Regulator Yoda and Merlin looked at Warlord Whiteteeth in surprise.


“Do you really not mind this?” Regulator Yoda asked out of uncertainty. His face seemed worried. Drops of cold sweat sprang out on his forehead.


“Um,” Warlord Whiteteeth growled in a low tone and nodded.


“Thank you for your kindness, Warlord.” The Regulator bowed and showed his deepest gratitude.


The Perfect Agreement