After Being Reborn, Her Only Mission Is to Love Him - Chapter 15 - : Want to snatch food from the jaws of this tiger? Still too green!

When he did not know her true identity, he treated her very badly, he disliked her too much, she was not elegant enough, she was in the way...Only later did he realize that the woman was his legal wife! He repented, tried to recover her feelings, but she was determined to divorce him.

When waking up, Jiang Tian found out that it was not too late.

In his previous life, Jiang Tian was a member of Jiang family in Jinling. He suffered a disgrace that was his fiancee broke off the pledge of marriage, so he had to marry into the Zhao family. Although Zhao Xueqing, his wife was the first beauty in Hangzhou, he always beat and scolded her. A few years later, he went through a family upheaval, and his loved ones died one after another. With despair, guilt and hatred, Jiang Tian jumped from a cliff. But he did not die. Instead, he started a cultivation journey for as long as ten thousand years in another space.

He became the supreme god, but he died in the process of opening up the universe. With the regret for his parents and the guilt for Zhao Xueqing, Jiang Tian, who retained several thousand years of memory, swore that he would never let his loved one suffer any grievances and injuries this time!

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[No weak protagonist, No simp, Prodigies battle for supremacy, Explosively satisfying invincible (Overpowered) protagonist type]Jun Xiaoyao transmigrates to a Xuanhuan (mysterious fantasy) world, becoming the Divine Scion of an Ancient Aristocratic Family. He possesses an unbeatable background, world-shocking talent, and furthermore, obtains a sign-in system. At the very start, he signs in and receives a fully developed (Great Accomplishment) Ancient Sacred Body.Signing in at the Taiyue Ancient Stele, he obtains a six-star reward: the Divine Elephant's Prison-Suppressing Strength!Signing in at his ten-year-old banquet, he obtains a seven-star reward: the Supreme Bone!Signing in at the Bronze Immortal Palace, he obtains an eight-star reward: the Myriad Creatures Mother Qi Cauldron!Signing in at the Boundless Realm Sea, he obtains a ten-star reward: the Great Art of Transforming into Freedom!Countless years later, Jun Xiaoyao sits cross-legged in the Ninth Heaven, points his sword towards the Azure Sky and declares: “Across the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, I control destiny! At the end of the Immortal Path, I am the Apex!”Novel Keywords: Opening with a Sign-in to an Ancient Sacred Body

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