My Nascent Soul Ran Away Again - Chapter 97 - : Some Explore as if Facing Tribulation, Others as if on Vacation

Outer Sect Disciple Chen Yu, assimilates within his body a fiendgod heart.

The heart, is the backbone of life, the human body’s fatal vital point. And it can be said that Chen Yu’s heart is actually his strongest defense point, and permits him to overtake demonic beasts, or divine beasts unlimited potential.

Henceforth, he steps onto the stage and surges forth on a magnificent scale, in a heart-rending mysterious journey.

Talented as a cloud, an unparalleled supreme talent.

10,000 races glorious, cross boundary battles.

Only my heart, eternal!

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Transmigrated-into-another-world-three-good-citizen Gu Xizhou, in order to survive, became a demonic cultivator. No matter how bad or evil, he adapted.

But then…but then he transmigrated back.

The returned Gu Xizhou was very angry. The student that offered his body in order to resurrect him had used a formation that was purposed for summoning evil spirits. He, Gu Xizhou, prior to transmigration was a law-abiding citizen that upheld core socialist values, a three good citizen representative. So how come after transmigrating and coming back, he had become a heinous malicious spirit?!

In each and every one of the spirit worlds, the ghosts and spirits originally lived a Heaven is first and I am second kind of happy lifestyle, that is until in the unlimited spirit mission worlds, inexplicably and out of nowhere came a demonic cultivator.

The ghost and spirits: QAQ

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A lifetime ago, Chu Xun was shackled and thrown in jail on false charges. For three whole years, he suffered extraodinary torment from his cellmates every day. Even though he had escaped death many times, he still died from his cellmates’ fists the day before he was to be released.

After death, Chu Xun transmigrated to a different world of cultivation, where cultivation was the one true path. Carrying the weight of his hatred, Chu Xun began to cultivate in hopes of becoming an Immortal Emperor, who could manipulate heaven and earth and travel through time. After painstaking cultivation of three thousand years, he succeeded. Then he sacrificed all his cultivation without hesitation and returned to the day before he was to be released.

This life, he wanted to find out the truth and the one behind his murder in last life. He would continue to cultivate and strengthen himself so that the tragedy would not repeat itself. He wanted to master his own destiny.

In this life, what people would Chu Xun encounter and what experience of love and hate would he have with them? What difficulties would he encounter and how would he overcome? The answer is the book.

Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”