Having children earns benefit, start competing for dominance in the world by marrying a wife - Chapter 1281 - 971: Reigniting Old Flames

In the Dragon Abyss Empire, nestled within Clear Water Town, young Jiaang Lin awakens from a brutal beating by his cousin Jiaang Ren, only to discover he has been reborn into his younger self. Once a mocked disciple with blocked meridians, Jiaang Lin had risen to greatness in his past life as a prodigious warrior and Pill Saint. Now, with a second chance, he vows to protect his loved ones and conquer his enemies. How will Jiaang Lin change his destiny and ascend to the pinnacle of martial prowess once more?

Eastern Jin’s Regent had icy, jade-like beauty and peerless talent. It was said that his admirers were enough to fill 3 entire cities!

Eastern Jin’s Regent was only second to the Emperor and temperamental, but rumors are that a young fox entered his bathroom, yet actually didn’t die. Eastern Jin’s Regent known for being mysophobic, never touching any females, but he only loved the fox. He even held the fox as he slept!

You fake god! I’m a human, ah! Turning me into a fox and transmigrating only to let some guy take liberties with me every day? Fine! Since its like that, I’ll eat from him, drink from him, use what’s his, play him, and bed him…

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Until the time of him becoming the master of the lowest rank in the order of rankings, the lonely side of his life without luck was changed.

I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.