My Simulated Road to Immortality - Chapter 143 - 137: Wind-controlling Ling Wanxian the Immortal

As a professional swimmer, Tang Yi-Bai conquered the masses with his looks alone, earning himself the title ‘Adonis of Swimming’. Every day, countless fans would run to his social media pages to leave messages calling him ‘hubby’, crying and shouting that they would like to ‘have his babies’.

One day, Tang Yi-Bai released this message on his Weibo:
Can everyone please stop calling me hubby. I already have a wife. ~(@^_^@)~

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Shen Zhixian transmigrated into a book as a cannon fodder master who hatefully severed his disciple’s spirit root. This disciple fell into the devil’s path and returned to make mincemeat out of him.

Shen Zhixian just happened to transmigrate into the last moment of the master’s captivity, and then he was reborn again.

After rebirth, he devoted himself to fostering and supporting his disciple, only to discover later that his disciple was also reborn.

Even worse, the disciple still retained the memory of his life before rebirth.

Shen Zhixian: …Disturbed.

Afterward, he realized one truth: Being a master is a high-risk occupation. Not trivial at all!

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Xue Chong is one of the top experts on the Slaughter Board rankings and possesses sharp gaming skills. Feared by all, he is seen as an inviolable and unapproachable person.

However, no one knew that Xue Chong had accepted a cute and adorable female disciple when he first started playing online games. Yet, just as his feelings were gradually growing, Xue Chong discovered that his disciple was unexpectedly a man!

Henceforth, Xue Chong was assailed by a psychological shadow.

Many years later, they met again. The meng disciple from back then had transformed, becoming a top-ranked player on the PK leaderboard and the #1 most attractive and wealthy great God.

Wang Chun: Master, master ~\(≧▽≦)/~ This disciple missed you ~

Xue Chong: Get lost.

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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?”