MTL - The Beloved Imperial Consort - Chapter 317 The thirty-two deep meaning

For the once dead Hua Yu Man, she has to do three things this lifetime: kill those who harmed her, kill the man who said he loved her, and protect a place called “home.”

She seems docile and gentle, with the air and temperament of a beautiful young lady. But in fact her heart is cold, overbearing, and black belly, with a mysterious identity that can drive the world crazy.

He is the Thirteenth Prince, but also the country’s disgrace; a cold and ruthless man who doesn’t put human lives in his eyes. But only towards a sometimes gentle, sometimes willful and sometimes disobedient woman, would this man be ceaselessly doting and spoiling.

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Every myth and legend is a path to Godhood!

When humans enter the interstellar era, ancient cultivation techniques shone with new life. Your genes exist with you! A single sentence showing the true meaning of cultivation. Myths and legends are not a fantasy, there are ancient mythological genes in the bodies of everyone.

The Hou Yi Gene allows you to shoot a hundred miles, using a single arrow to break down the dome of heaven.

The Kuafu Gene allows you to run with flying speed, chasing after the sun and moon.

The Divine Dragon Gene allows you to soar among the clouds, roaming around the starry space.

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Almost ten thousand years have passed. Feng Lin came from the 21st century to this majestic era that surged forth with great momentum. Based on his understanding on the myths and legends of the ancient earth era, he embarked upon a unique genetic cultivation path.

Monkey Gene + Stonebirth Gene = Stone Monkey Gene

Stone Monkey Gene + ??? = Spiritual Stone Monkey Gene

Spiritual Stone Monkey Gene + ??? = Handsome Monkey King Gene

Handsome Monkey King Gene + ??? = Sun Wukong Gene

Sun Wukong Gene + ??? = Great Sage Equal to Heavens Gene

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In her previous life, she had wronged and divorced the man who truly loved her, and by the time she realized her mistake, it was too late.Now, granted a second chance to make things right, she carries the knowledge of the future. Will she seize this opportunity to redeem herself?“Hubby!” she purred playfully, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.“Call me that again, and I might just devour you right there,” Rowen warned, his gaze locking onto hers with a smoldering intensity.Follow Vanessa as she sets out to seduce her ex-husband in this dramatic, heart-pounding tale.

They say opposite attracts, that's a lie. Opposites kill each other!When a hot blood meets another hot blood, things are bound to get burnt.That is exactly what happens when the pompous and prideful elven princess, Neriah of the Avelah Kingdom is forced to marry the brash dragon Prince, Barak of the Trago Kingdom.Neriah's goal is to someday break away from her marriage and run away with the love of her life, Lyle of the Niles. While Barak will do everything to keep her as a wife.Neriah is certain she's in love with another, but she's also certain that no one can ignite the kind of passion her husband brings. Her husband who she hates more than anything.Can the flames of passion be drawn from hate? Can that same passion burn down the walls of lies, betrayal, and hurt? Can its ashes transcend into love?Excerpt“I am a rose, a beautiful flower, delicate and precious! But you my dear sir are nothing but the thorny stem! Prickly, dangerous and very harmful!” ranted Neriah while poking his chest with her index finger.“Well you seem to forget one important detail, my love.” He calmly grabbed her poking hand.“And what would that be, my fine sir?”“That the thorny stem and the rose grow together. The delicate rose and the prickly thorn, they belong together my dear.”“You—”“And no amount of ranting and raging will change that. You think I want to keep a witch like you? You are a pain in the neck. If I am a thorn then you are a piece of fish bone stuck inside my neck. I cannot swallow and I can not spit it out! I just have to bear it!”“You insolent bastard! Do you mean to say I am a burden!”“Well you are no precious prize, are you?”And that was it, she threw herself at him with her claws ready to mar his face, but he was quicker and he caught both her hands with one of his own and pressed her heaving chest upon his. Golden eyes stared deep into hers. They were as green as the fresh leaves on an orange tree.His fingers caressed her face, “You might not be a precious prize, but by the heavens, you are mine.” And his lips fell on hers, and once again, another argument was drowned.