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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 back and rest. I feel a

he spoke, he rubbed his

Donald’s eyes. “Did you eat something bad last night?” “No, it’s probably just

Milton replied.

eating something bad

either.

go ahead. The

but finally nodded. “Alright, I’ll help you complete your

saying goodbye to Donald, raggedly-dressed Milton returned to his dwelling following his

bit of an exaggeration. It was actually a bridgehead under a stone bridge. It was far from dirty. For a beggar, it certainly was a decent place to

the Meditation Routes of the

the Breathing Technique yielded the

all failed. Only when he tried practicing martial arts, there was a slight

arts be

Milton’s eyes sparkled.

moment, Milton began practicing the Ninth Grade Martial

“Boom!”

if something inside his body

So soon?

martial arts was a

How much time passed?

seconds? Or

“First Grade Martial Artist!”

astonishing, faster than Wesley Yorke’s time back in the Martial

A few moments later.

“Boom!”

Grade Martial Artist

stopped practicing the Ninth Grade Martial Arts Technique

speed of advancement was so fast,

very thin and

belong to the group of people with the poorest

Second Grade Martial Artist with little effort, taking

to know, is everyone in this world practicing martial arts at this

checked his memory of this world. He had been a beggar, thus was quite unfamiliar

Milton was certain

and

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

knew him before would probably not recognize him

didn’t include Donald