MTL - The Thrilling Sword - Chapter 3 : 9 Mysterious Diamond Needles!

The first time they met, she broke into his room, ran into him who had just come out of the bath, calmly met his dangerous gaze, and flirted wantonly: “Handsome guy, he has a good figure~”

The second time we met, at a grand banquet, she was bright and flamboyant. After abusing someone with her front foot, she leaned towards him with her back foot, and asked obediently and softly: “I heard that I am your shield girlfriend, can brother help me with this tool?” Do yourself a favor~”

From then on, Master Qin’s family had a little goblin who was in control of heaven and earth, who would stir up fire in his heart every day.

Everyone said that the An family’s real daughter was inferior to the fake daughter in every way, she was a rustic old hat who grew up in the countryside, and she couldn’t even match the fake daughter’s hair.

As a result, together with the fake daughter, they were all slapped in the face, and their heart, liver, spleen and lungs were hurt everywhere.

The crowd also said that even if a real daughter is better than a fake daughter, she is still an abandoned daughter who has no power or power, and her father does not love her mother, and she is not worthy of Master Qin at all.

Little did they know that the awakened parents and the four elder brothers were humbly seeking the truth and returning home every day.

Until one day, the real daughter announced that she was going to retire from the world and go home to take care of her husband and teach her children.

Immediately, countless bigwigs standing at the top of the world cried and begged her to stay…

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Qi Condensation. Foundation Establishment. Core Formation. In the current world, only these three realms are known to be achievable. Nascent Soul is but a legend and the realms above it lost to the the long river of time. The modern era is known as Cultivation Civilization, a balance of power and civility, excess and moderation. While cultivation remains a secret practice, it has long since exposed itself to the mundane world, quietly intertwined with each facet of society. While the world appears to be at peace, what lies underneath is a conflict between human, cultivator, and demon, brewing for ages and waiting to implode. Yet in the wake of humanity’s rapid industrialization, qi—and consequently cultivation—is dying.

At eighteen years old, Lin Qingyu was married as part of a Chong Xi into the Nan’an Hou Mansion, becoming the ill Lu Wancheng’s male wife.

On the eve of their wedding, Young Master Hou lay lazily on the bed and said, “Beauty, to be honest, I really don’t want to engage in domestic struggles. I just want to drift along, eat and wait to die. I want to be a salted fish.”

A year later, Young Master Hou became gravely ill. He took Lin Qingyu’s hand and sighed, “Wife, I’m going to die, but I think I can continue to transmigrate. In order for you to properly recognize me in the future, let us set a secret code.”

After the death of Young Master Hou, Lin Qingyu was prepared to stay a widow all his life. Unexpectedly, after only half a year, the great general who had rendered outstanding military service, actually came to propose marriage.

Lin Qingyu would rather die. But the general said but one statement, “If odd, change; if even, remain the same?”

Lin Qingyu: “…I will marry you.”

After two years, the general died in battle. Before Lin Qingyu even had time to grieve, he was recruited into the palace by the Emperor.

The emperor complained aggrievedly, “Baobei, this time I have became the Emperor. My salted fish dreams have been completely shattered…”

Lin Qingyu knew that although his husband was a bag of lazybones, no one was his equal when it came to conspiracy and schemes.

He rubbed the Emperor’s head. “Don’t think about it. Get started on those reports. Behave yourself.”

When the admissions office of Witch Academy called, I was stunned—I had been accepted into a school I never imagined I could touch.Yes, I am a boy and it is an all-girls’ academy, but they did not mind, so I saw no reason to object. I had applied secretly, without telling my family, just to take a chance.But as soon as those striking seniors greeted us newcomers—pressing every boy against the wall with a knowing smile—I realized things were about to spin out of control.“Oh, come now, you sweet little freshman,” one of them said smoothly, her voice full of mischief. “Don’t make this difficult for me, your big sis. Swallow this core and transform into a witch like me, alright?”She held the glowing orb before us, half-threatening, half-teasing, almost inviting the new boys to react. It was clear she enjoyed it—the blend of fear and resistance in their expressions. Our unease seemed to be her personal amusement.After all, they only had this opportunity once a year.