Cultivation Is Money-Grabbing C132
by MarineTLChapter 132 — Chief Sword Cultivator, the Position of Chief A pain that gnawed at her bones. An itch like ants crawling and biting through her limbs, and her blood, coursing along her meridians, seemed to carry a ball of fire that scorched wherever it passed. In the darkness, her chest felt suffocated, as if a mountain pressed down on her, leaving her unable to breathe. Something was poured into her mouth—she choked violently. Lian Mu jolted awake from her dream, her whole body icy cold, then…









