Paintings of Terror - Chapter 46: There Are Ghosts

Li Pu, who has the blood of a summoned beast, originally just wanted to lie down honestly, but found that his talent as a summoner seemed a bit unusual…

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Da Yan’s first female emperor has transmigrated! When she opened her eyes, she had become an 18th-tier actress who bore the same name as her and was participating in a variety show about surviving in the wilderness. Netizens: Do variety shows not have any standards? They let just anyone participate nowadays, huh?Su Yangyang: I’m indeed incompetent.However, when the camera turned to her…She opened up wastelands and made farming fields. She set up traps, made musical instruments, caught fish and tore through wild boars with her bare hands, climbed trees to pick fruits, weaved fishing nets, learned traditional medicine…The result of that was a massive increase in viewership! Netizen 1: What the heck did she mean, “incompetent”?!Netizen 2: Miss Yang is amazing!!! As the program went on, there was a sick actor by her side who was always weak for no reason, and often fell into her arms. Su Yangyang: Men are so troublesome. Until one day, the top star covered the camera and changed completely. Instead of his usual sickly and weak demeanor, he pressed her up against the wall and kissed her. The next day, Su Yangyang became one of the top searches on the Internet due to the marks she sported. Su Yangyang: It was just a mosquito bite. A misunderstanding. Actor King Bo tweeted: @Suyangyang I heard my name changed and is now Mosquito? That night, the entire Internet was paralyzed with shock.

My name is Jiang Li, and upon traversing to this realm, I found no golden opportunities waiting for me. Through sheer effort, I cultivated my way up to the Great Completion Stage. Now, suddenly, a system appears, claiming it can help me turn the tables and transform me from a minor Qi Cultivation phase practitioner into the foremost figure in the cultivation world.

Dear system, you're a bit late to the party. I, Jiang Li, already stand as the Emperor of our era, revered across the nine provinces. I am already the number one in the Cultivation World.

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“They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.”(Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.)You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing?The MC who never laughs.Never feels.Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence.He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.”He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.”He never flinches, never laughs, never lives —And you call that strength?Funny.Because to me?That’s just a prison in disguise.You see an “alpha.”I see a boy too scared to feel anything real.While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice,I’m already making the Saintess scream,drenched in sin,halo cracked,legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her.And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control.I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh.I didn’t need to dominate her mind —I freed her heart.But that scares people, doesn’t it?Because readers trust the ones who suffer.Who stay quiet.Who kill without blinking and love without showing it.But me?I flirt.I laugh.I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry.I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness.I weaponize mine.Pleasure. Connection. Laughter.That’s my arsenal.And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves,Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems,I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again.You call that luck?Nah.That’s mastery of the three worlds.Because in a world that respects coldness,I came in hot.Where others manipulate, I connect.Where they posture, I play.Where they sacrifice, I seduce.So go ahead.Call me a simp.But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny,I’m the one making goddesses question theirs —with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets.I’m not the hero.Not the villain.I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.