A Son For My Billionaire Step-brother - Chapter 17

【Pure Immortal Heroic Fantasy, infused with both immortal intent and gallant spirit, refining insights on human relationships, seeking immortality, more than thirty thousand reservations, averaging nine thousand】Forever reminiscing rivers and lakes under silvery hair, desiring to return to the cosmos in a simple boat.Peach and plum blossoms in the spring breeze, a cup of wine; rivers and lakes in the night rain, a lantern for ten years.Chen Dengming stepped into the chaotic world of rivers and lakes, only reaching the Innate Realm in his twilight, but Innate Martial Arts wasn't the ultimate destination of his heart's rivers and lakes, it was to cultivate for longevity that marked the beginning of his dreams.If practicing Kung Fu can prolong life, then cultivating the Dao can certainly point directly to immortality.Practicing martial arts, refining Gu, cultivating Dao, seeking longevity... This is a story about an ordinary traveler stepping into rivers and lakes, into the World of True Cultivation, seeking the path to immortality one step at a time.Read about cultivation in the twilight years, savor the vigorous life! Young reader, you truly understand cultivation!...This book was formerly titled “Late Bloomer: My Immortal Life”!(The author has previously completed a nearly five million word, eighty thousand high reservation three-star martial arts masterpiece, “Indestructible Mighty Fortress Leader,” rest assured and enjoy)

Ning Zheng has transmigrated into a cultivation world and is able to reap fortune the native inhabitants--ghosts and cultivators. After using a large amount of fortune he stores, he could now summon players into this world and exploit their fortune as well. He thought ghosts were the most dreadful thing he ever met before he sees what the players are doing.“This Sword Casting Manor reminds me of Paru Simulator.”“Mining, smithing, moving bricks, building houses.”“We live as blacksmiths, we die as material for casting and our souls could be used as Artifact Spirits.”

After getting hit by a truck meant for someone else, Nico is compensated by transmigrating into the body of the illegitimate and only son of billionaire, Logan Voss.To keep this new life, he's given a single mission. Climb over his seven step sisters and inherit his father's wealth.So, why in the heavens does this involve collecting the stamps of 99 different ladies?[Ding! 10x cashback system activated.][Ding! Stamp holder detected.][Collect stamp to gain 10 times the stamp holder's wealth.]“Fun isn't something one considers when trying to save his own life. But this does put a smile on my face.”

“They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.”(Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.)You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing?The MC who never laughs.Never feels.Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence.He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.”He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.”He never flinches, never laughs, never lives —And you call that strength?Funny.Because to me?That’s just a prison in disguise.You see an “alpha.”I see a boy too scared to feel anything real.While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice,I’m already making the Saintess scream,drenched in sin,halo cracked,legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her.And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control.I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh.I didn’t need to dominate her mind —I freed her heart.But that scares people, doesn’t it?Because readers trust the ones who suffer.Who stay quiet.Who kill without blinking and love without showing it.But me?I flirt.I laugh.I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry.I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness.I weaponize mine.Pleasure. Connection. Laughter.That’s my arsenal.And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves,Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems,I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again.You call that luck?Nah.That’s mastery of the three worlds.Because in a world that respects coldness,I came in hot.Where others manipulate, I connect.Where they posture, I play.Where they sacrifice, I seduce.So go ahead.Call me a simp.But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny,I’m the one making goddesses question theirs —with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets.I’m not the hero.Not the villain.I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.