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Chapter 228: Chapter 148 “Reincarnation Twice” and “Seeking the Immortal” (Subscription Requested)_3

Inside The Sounds of Sea Pavilion, Milton Cheney was seated cross-legged within the meditation room.

In front of Milton was a light blue transparent light screen, and his face was slightly serious.

[Reincarnation Simulation Count: 1]

[Proceed with Reincarnation Simulation?]

“Yes!”

Milton did not hesitate and directly chose to proceed with the reincarnation simulation.

There was no need to accumulate reincarnation simulations, using them as they became available was Milton’s principle.

The next moment, Milton’s consciousness appeared inside the reincarnation space.

The instant his consciousness surfaced, his gaze immediately rested on the faint yellow light cluster.

A few moments later, Milton’s consciousness gradually merged with the yellow light cluster.

Once again!

Milton refused to believe that he could fail twice in one world.

“Beggar Cheney, what’s wrong with you?”

“I’m fine.”

Milton shook his head subconsciously, then saw the youth waving in front of his eyes.

His consciousness gradually became clear, memories gradually clarified, and his vision gradually brightened.

The confusion in his rebirth had been broken!

Seeing that Milton was fine, Donald Todd breathed a sigh of relief.

“The leader told us to go begging in the Southern District today. I’ve never been to the Southern District, where I heard the rich dwell.”

Donald Todd spoke, a glint of yearning in his eyes.

Milton, having regained all his memories, naturally understood his current predicament.

Am I a beggar?

I am a beggar.

starting point isn’t

go by yourself, I want to go back and rest. I

softly. As he

you eat something

Milton replied.

between eating something bad and a

go either. I

ahead. The gang has

Milton’s words, Donald hesitated for a moment but finally nodded. “Alright, I’ll help you

goodbye to Donald, raggedly-dressed Milton returned to his

bridgehead under a stone bridge. It was far from dirty. For a beggar, it certainly was a decent place

run the Meditation Routes of

Technique yielded the same

as a mage, sorcerer, or star-picking master, all failed. Only when he tried

be cultivated

Milton’s eyes sparkled.

practicing the

“Boom!”

inside his body had shattered,

So soon?

arts was a little

How much time passed?

Or

“First Grade Martial Artist!”

advancing in martial arts was quite astonishing, faster than Wesley Yorke’s time back in the

A few moments later.

“Boom!”

Grade

practicing the Ninth Grade Martial Arts Technique due

was so fast,

was very thin and he had not taken any

would undoubtedly belong to the group

had become a Second Grade Martial Artist with little effort, taking less

everyone in this world practicing martial arts at this

his memory of this world. He had been a beggar, thus

his memory, but Milton was certain that

passed, and two

ten-year-old Milton stood tall, dressed in a black robe, already exceeding a height

him before would

didn’t