MTL - Being an Author is a High Risk Occupation - Chapter 46

When Jiang Ming woke up, he possessed the power of immortality.

Facing the cruel and dangerous world of cultivating immortals, Jiang Ming realized his own path of cultivation.

That is, only practicing forbidden techniques!

Blood-burning knife technique, one year of life lost for each cut… Eat me ten times first!

A holy body for a hundred eons, three levels for one day…refined to one hundred thousand levels!

The Heavenly Reaper Technique, if you use it, you will be backlashed by the destiny… Let me first calculate the color of the saint’s clothes tomorrow.

To break the delusion, you need to look directly at the indescribable things…

Birth and death, being scoured by the secluded capital Huangquan every day…

Practicing and practicing… Jiang Ming discovered that his forbidden technique was already invincible in the world!

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In the general’s house, the eldest daughter is born again.

In the last life, she mistakenly regarded the fish as a pearl and misunderstood the wolf.

In this world, she wants to expose the stepmother’s Buddha-snake heart and tear the sister’s hypocritical face.

This life, let me see how she protects her parents, keeps younger brothers, fights stepmothers and step on stepsisters.

Who will harm/betray her, she will return back a hundred times more, conspiracy against conspiracy to eliminate all! I want to stay away from the royal family, never want to become the imperial concubine, yet unexpectedly I can’t escape from his love net!

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At nineteen, Dexter was already one of the world’s most celebrated authors. His books topped charts. Critics praised his genius. Fans devoured every word. But behind the acclaim was a lonely boy—raised without parents, love, or real friends—just stories.He published his first novel at fourteen. By seventeen, he was a literary star. But the higher he rose, the hollower it felt.Then came the writer’s block. The headaches. The blackout. And the transmigration.Dexter awoke in the body of Daylan, a disgraced young man in a crumbling, medieval world laced with steampunk tech, divine law, and political unrest. Daylan had already failed two of the three sacred Trials—rites that determine one’s magical potential. He was drowning in debt, entangled in plots to overthrow a corrupt Divine Church, and branded a lost cause.With no way back, Dexter took the final Trial—the most brutal of them all—and began a path that would earn him the whispered title: Soldier, Poet, King.But as his powers grew, one question haunted him: Did he truly die? And if so, who—or what—chose to bring him back?

When Sang Qianqian, the eldest lady of the Sang family, was eighteen years old, she fell in love with Shen Hanyu at first sight.

“Shen Hanyu, I like you.”

“But I don’t like you.”

Shen Hanyu spoke ruthlessly, every word was sonorous, “Not now, and not in the future.”

In a fit of rage, the eldest miss planned to teach Shen Hanyu a lesson.

However, he found out that Shen Hanyu might be a tyrannical and cruel boss in the future, and he would also cause the destruction of the Sang family?

Sang Qian slipped away: She can’t afford to like the boss, so “death escape” is the best policy.

Shen Hanyu once hated Sang Qianqian, but after she left, his obsession was almost crazy.

Sang Qianqian, who has fled far away from home, lived a happy life.

One day, I suddenly heard that Shen Han, a big business man, dug her cemetery like crazy, looking for her everywhere.

Sang Qianqian felt alarm bells in her heart, and she was about to run away when she packed up.

As a result, when the door was opened, Mr. Shen stood outside the door with a dark face, gritted his teeth: “Run, you continue to run.”

Sang Qianqian thought carefully, since she can’t escape, why not try to influence the boss?

As a result, the probation failed, and he put himself in.

Years later.

Sang Qianqian, who found out that she had been deceived, left the divorce agreement in front of Shen Hanyu: “I want a divorce!”

Shen Hanyu wrapped the man in his arms and lowered his head to cover the girl’s lips.

After a long time, he asked in a hoarse voice, “Are you still leaving?”

Sang Qianqian was dizzy at the kiss: “No, we won’t leave…”

“That’s called husband.”

“Old, husband…”

Shen Hanyu nodded with satisfaction: “Well, good.”

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