MTL - My Sword Intent Can Be Infinitely Improved - Chapter 115 World Rules [Please subscribe! 】

Zhang Siyi, a graduate student of architecture department went back from overseas seeking for work, he had a heated fight with his ex-girlfriend in a cafe. Angered, his ex-girlfriend was about to splash a cup of coffee in his direction but he managed to dodge it. As he stepped back, the misfortune was met by the handsome guy next table instead.

A playboy who slept with woman and cucked many husbands was reincarnated in the Cultivation world with a Dual Cultivation System, that gives him points to screw women which he uses to become strongWhat kind of chaos will he cause in the Cultivation world!!!???

After traveling to the Tivat continent, Lin Mo became a jar merchant, and since then he has embarked on a journey of selling jars.

Lin Mo: “Let’s open a jar. Whether it’s the Eye of God or the magic weapon, you can buy everything you need. You may earn blood, but I will never lose!”

Ningguang: “As long as you sell unlimited quantities, I am willing to give you all the money, and people can also give it to you!”

Hu Tao: “Golden Emperor Fen Tianyan? Or only ranked fourth on the Yihuo list? I can’t imagine the Yihuo in front of me.”

Ke Qing: “Sword Twenty-Three? Hey, what kind of terrifying swordsmanship is this!”

Yae Godko: “Touch your tail more, can you sell me an extra jar?”

Ayaka Kamari: “How can this Zanpakutō, Xiu Baixue, be so strong!”

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A few years later, everyone in the entire Tivat continent was looking for the jar left by Lin Mo.

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It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?