Hidden identities of the AI Heiress - Chapter 182 - : Feudal Superstitions, Not Allowed

Su Bei sat on No-Sword Peak, contentedly watching his female disciple scurry about.That would have completed his first task for his System Quest assigned by “The Highest Ten Thousand Fold Feedback for Discipleship” system!Xia Ruoching looked at Su Bei with a serious face,“Master, this is the spiritual fruit I got from the Sect Leader. He said it'd be helpful for your injuries!”Su Bei gazed at the half-black, half-red fruit in front of him and fell into deep thought.“Are you sure this is what the fruit looks like?”“......”“This is the real deal, Master! That half is definitely not poisoned! Eating this spiritual fruit would be such a wonderful experience, ah!”“?”“......”Years later.Su Bei, while leading one of his many disciples back to Sword Sect, suddenly sneezed and muttered,“That's strange. Why do I keep feeling like a bunch of people are cursing me?”The eldest disciple looked at the new junior sisters with a stunned expression, “What? You want to kill Master too?”......The book is also known as “I Have the Highest Ten Thousand Fold Feedback System for Discipleship.”“I Am a Transmigrator, Not the Su Bei You Know!”“I Really Didn't Steal The Disciples' Talents, Okay!”“Assassinations from the Reincarnated Disciples!”“Assassinating Master”

Yu Shanshan, who has been tyrannical and lawless for 20 years, suffered retribution at the age of 21. She changed from a little ballet princess of 45 kg to a poor and fat one of 90 kg.. Apparently, eating was the most important thing in her life. Her success in losing weight was far away.

However, one day, the father of her child who had disappeared for four years came back. From then on, Yu Shanshan was forced to embark on a diet that was worse than death.

- Description from Novelupdates

What does it feel like when you have a best-selling detective fiction author for a boyfriend?

Whenever you offend him, he would look at you disdainfully, “A character molded after you could only ever appear in my novel as a deceased victim.”

Whenever you seriously offend him, he would threaten you, “The very next victim who dies in my novel would be named after you.”

Whenever you seriously, seriously offend him, he would add on to the previous threats, “Furthermore, the victim would have died at the hands of an extremely perverse and twisted serial killer, and would have suffered an extremely painful and terrible death.”

But, by a stroke of coincidence, if you happen to be this best-selling author’s editor, he need not resort to the above mentioned tactics. In fact, all he has to do is one, single thing –
-Delay the submission of his draft.

- Description from Novelupdates

Elia is a poor university student until the night she’s taken to the world of the Anima—ruled by humans whose ancient hearts pulse with the blood of animals. There she’s forced into a battle to the death. But when Elia survives, and refuses to kill her final opponent, the King must either kill Elia himself, or take her as his mate.

Reth, the brutal King of the Beasts with the blood of lions, shocks everyone when he chooses the weak, human Elia to become his Queen. He promises her every comfort of his wealth and position—but he is clear: She will not warm his bed. He chose her to defeat those that were trying to corner him into blending his Leonine line with the Wolves.

Elia needs the help of the Anima to become stronger and rule them well. But the vengeful Wolves see only a weak human that brought them shame. As Elia and Reth grow closer, the wolves are determined to destroy her. Will Reth and Elia admit their feelings for each in time to fight for the Kingdom—and their lives—against the villainous wolf-tribe? Or will the wolves kill Elia and steal the throne?

[Mature content - no sexual violence]

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He stalked towards her, chin low so the shadow cast by his hard jaw cut across the thick fur collar of his vest. His hair had fallen over his eyes in the scuffle, so he peered at her through it like a lion in the grass. With each step, his graceful, rolling gait reminded her of a predator stalking its prey. Despite the forest floor littered in twigs and leaves, he didn’t make a sound.

“Wh-who are you?” Elia stammered, backing away, her hands up. He met her step for step until she came up hard against the tree behind her—and didn’t stop until he loomed over her, so broad his shoulders and chest made a wall in front of her. She could feel the heat rising off his skin in the cool, night air.

“I am the Leonine King.” His voice was a dark, husky gravel. Behind him a chorus of wheezes, howls, and chirps of agreement rose from the people watching. “And you are?”

“Elia,” she breathed.

“Elia,” he growled, leaning in closer, bringing with him the scent of pine and rain and the musk of something distinctly male. “I am Reth.” He said the name with a strange, guttural roll in his throat. “I am King of Beasts. I am Clan Leader, and I am Alpha of WildWood.” Several snarls rose from the crowds behind him then, but he ignored them.

Elia swallowed as he leaned in until the scruff on his jaw rasped her cheek. “I am the King,” he said, “And you will be my mate.”

The forest behind him erupted.