Cultivators Are So Weak in This World - Chapter 273 - 249 Determination Part 1

After being bound to the melon-eating system, Jiang Ning, who is a turtle, knows what everyone in the entertainment industry thinks, but she doesn’t know that everyone can hear her voice.

So everyone discovered that wherever Jiang Ning went, there were melons.

[The Wen Run actor is actually a pua wife, a rotten person who bullies his assistant! 】

[The agent who copied the composer was an undercover agent bribed by his teammates to sell his music scores to his teammates? 】

[The divorced Xiaohua was actually cheated on by her biological sister, and she also has a collecting hobby? 】

[The popular young boy is actually an old dog who changed his name by six years and replaced his teammates in the debut? 】

Everyone followed Jiang Ning to happily eat melon, and found that Jiang Ning’s status had quietly changed, and the entertainment industry had also undergone tremendous changes.

Investors, the director actually gave countless resources to each of them, just asking her to predict whether the project would be profitable and popular.

One day, the entertainment industry suddenly made an announcement that every employee must pass an exam before they can stay in or enter the entertainment industry. Then everyone discovered that during the online proctored exams for actors, singing editors, rap editors, etc. , the invigilator sitting above was none other than Jiang Ning.

Netizens: 6

A few years later, the Flower Kingdom took off in all aspects, and the person receiving the Best Contribution Award in the news was the 18th-line Jiang Ning who was ridiculed in the past.

Netizen: 999 (6 times turned over)

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After you’re awake but find yourself looking like a character in a game and came to a strange place, is this a different world or a game? Is it a rebirth or a cross over to another world? Everything needs to be explored by yourself!

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Magic, eastern fantasy, cultivation, scientific technology…

“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.