MTL - The System Wants Me To Attack the Female Protagonist of Abuse - Chapter 120 one hundred and twentieth tripod

When Ye woke up, she found that everything had changed. His spiritual power is gone, and the beauty master is gone. He himself became a waste of the wealthy Ye Family, was forced to change his marriage, could not cultivate the waste, and countless people wanted his life. If you want to change your life, you can only rise strongly. Only the hand can cover the sky, the most powerful Wu Shen!

- Description from Ptwxz (translated)

Qin Yi used to think that cultivation was all about a peaceful mind and the indifference towards fame and wealth. He is ready to abandon all mortal desires and enjoy eternal solitude when he later realizes that he is a human after all, and on the lonely cultivation path, he could really use the warmth of another pair of arms…

Of his companions, the prince wants to rebuild his kingdom; the princess is looking forward to her heroic life; the priestess needs to experience the secular world; the “dumb snake” could use a confidence boost; and his “clubbie” wants a human form.

But would everyone get what they wanted?

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