Permanent Martial Arts - Chapter 1969 - : Annihilating Thirteen Spacetime Cultivators!

Young Master Lu says, “My wife knows nothing at all and has a bad temper. You'd better not bully her.” Gu Mang watches silently as this man warns everyone who comes his way.Young Master Lu says, “Read properly. How can you remember anything if you flip the pages so quickly?” Gu Mang takes up another book and reads it speedily.Young Master Lu complains, “What should I do when my babe hates studying?” What else can he do other than dote on her?Until one day...“Young Master, numerous universities in the capital and even top universities overseas are fighting to get Madam to enroll!”“Young Master, many TCM research centers are getting into deadly squabbles over hiring Madam.” “Young Master, a legion of huge international law firms want to employ Madam.”“Young Master, several eminent hacking organisations are here too...”“Young Master, multiple financial groups have come...”“Young Master...”To all these, Young Master Lu says, “What the f**k! Get out of here!”Yes, his wife is a genius.

In his previous life, Tang Shi was a cannon fodder. For a jerk, he even turned down a blind date his father arranged for him, but finally died in the hands of his lover and half-blooded elder brother.

Before he died, his elder brother told him that the one that always went against him, teased him and used him as a bait was the one who truly loved him, also that blind date his father had arranged for him—Yan Xu.

Feeling regretful?

What would have happened if he hadn’t made that kind of choice from the very beginning?

Qin Xiaoyao transmigrated one day, becoming the recently married wife of the Song Family, whom everyone in the village scorned for being poor and desperate.

Her mother-in-law was sick, while her uncle and aunt were very young.

Her husband was gorgeous but was bed-ridden with illness.

They all lived in a small straw hut and would survive daily on what rice and soup they could scrape together.

However, she was the very cause of their desperation.

As the youngest daughter of a butcher, her father forced this marriage on her because of her husband’s good looks and scholarly title.

She married Song Que precisely like she wished but could not bear the life of poverty and had very much dug herself a hole.

Glancing at her own round figure, she sighed.

It turns out that she was the one who was tricked instead! Female lead: A woman from the future.

Strong physically but also possess superpowers.

A sucker for good-looking men. Smart.Male lead: Reincarnated. An evil-looking man who was ruthless.

A comedy with strong lead characters.

Welcome to your new pit, dearies.

“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.