The courtyard has good sunlight.

Nascent Soul True Monarch failed in his celestial tribulation and returned to his student days.
2013, when the mobile internet was just emerging, amidst the surging tides of the era, a cultivator's daily life.

Rebirth: Slice-of-life Cultivation

This strike, if it had been an ordinary person, would have knocked them down, but Jiang Ning casually grabbed it, slightly diffused the force, and caught the swinging hammock in his palm.


Xue Yuantong stayed at a height of more than a meter, her hands gripping the woven bag, her little face deathly pale.


Jiang Ning slowly let go, and the hammock, having lost its momentum, stayed at its lowest point, almost coming to a stop.


Xue Yuantong's heart thumped wildly—if it hadn't been for Jiang Ning, she might have been thrown out.


Xue Yuantong shakily descended from the hammock, nearly traumatized.


Xue Chuchu was also speechless, still, Tongtong knew how to make a hammock so thrilling.


Xue Yuantong, still scared, looked at Jiang Ning and feigned composure, "What could be wrong with me? Just a hammock, was I cool just now?"


She imitated Jiang Ning, standing proudly with her hands behind her back.


Xue Chuchu: "Not cool, you screamed so loud."


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