This Young Master is not Cannon Fodder - Chapter 415: Champion

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Gu Xi transmigrated to a fantasy world where strength was exalted. He was weak from a young age and was detested by his own clan.

Thankfully, he was bound to the Infinite Extraction System.

With the system, he could analyze anything and discover its weaknesses. He could also extract their impurities and repair their flaws.

Therefore, he extracted the billions of toxins from his own body and tempered a unique Unsullied Body, which put him in the best physical condition for cultivation.

His abilities improved by leaps and bounds.

What would he do if he lacked martial arts techniques?

[Ding! 99 million flaws are detected in the Sword Drawing Technique, a basic martial arts technique. The flaws have been repaired automatically and it has become the One Sword Immortal Kneels, a divine-grade cultivation technique.]

[Ding! 50 million flaws are detected in the waste left in the cauldron. The flaws have been repaired automatically and it has become the Pill of Great Enlightenment, a supreme-grade medicinal pill.]

[Ding! A hint of the divine beast bloodline is detected in White Fox, the Familiar Beast. The impurities in its body have been extracted automatically and it has evolved into the Nine-tailed Celestial Fox.]

As such, Gu Xi turned all junk into treasures and he was on an easy journey to become the mightiest in the world.

After three years of marriage, Xia Zimu died on her and Gu Huaixi’s wedding anniversary.

She spent all her ten years of youth chasing him.

However, even though she was hit badly, until he died, he never looked at her.

After living a new life, she resolutely filed for divorce, and finally achieved a positive result with the man who had silently guarded her for ten years.

Seeing her being sweet with others, Gu Huaixi finally went crazy.

“Mumu, I was wrong, turn around and look at me, okay?”

Xia Zimu held Lu Jinghao’s hand, smiling like a flower.

“Sorry, Young Master Gu, I don’t have any place for you in my heart.”

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[COMPLETE] Can a royal Romeo and Juliet find their happy ending?

Ayleth, Princess of Zenithra, is secretly trained in hand-to-hand combat, and collects swear words she doesn't know how to use. During the Festival of Peace, in which every royal son on the continent will be at the castle for a month, she is instructed by her parents to find a husband. Yet, Ayleth has never even been kissed—until the very first ball, when she meets the man in the Lion mask.

Etan is a seasoned warrior, and the Prince of Summitras. He attends the Festival hoping to find a powerful wife who will help him conquer the dark sorcery of their bloodsworn enemies, the Kingdom of Zenithra. But at the very first ball, he discovers the masked woman who captures his heart is the Heir to the evil empire.

Ayleth and Etan face an impossible battle. Will their love survive? Or will their parents' dark dealings keep them apart forever?

[Mature content. No sexual violence.]

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“You…” She stepped back. Then back again, her mouth dropped open. “You… You cannot be…”

“I am,” Etan said, and his hair raked back as he pushed his mask off his handsome face. So handsome her heart raced.

His hair was ebony black, his skin a warm brown that threatened to fade in in the winter months. He stared at her with glittering green eyes, over high cheekbones and a noble nose, his jaw tight and shadowed this late in the day. His chin was high over the pillar of his neck that she’d just touched with its hard lines and steel strength, so different to her own. And his chest... She gasped and covered her eyes. She’d humiliated herself revealing her stupid, childish curiosity.

“No, Ayleth. This changes nothing.”

“How can you say that? It changes everything!” She was horrified to realize she was crying.

“Ayleth, please.” His voice cracked on the plea and she stared at him, shoving her mask up and off, despite how it would pull her hair out of the beautiful twist the maid had managed for her.

His eyes locked on hers and she couldn’t think. She couldn’t breathe.

She had met her One. And he was the son of her bloodsworn enemy.

She stared at him as he stepped forward again, offering both hands, palm up. “Touch me,” he whispered. “Hold my hands. This is real, Ayleth. I don’t know how it happened, but this is real. Please don’t deny it.”

She couldn’t resist. She raised a trembling hand to his cheek, letting her palm catch on the scruff of his jaw. He blew out a breath and put his hand over hers, and that jolt that happened whenever they touched shivered through her again.

“Please, Ayleth.”

“I cannot deny it,” she whispered.

Cheng Xi, a guileless psychiatrist with a heart of gold, who would do anything for her patients. Lu Chenzhou, a frigid businessman who refuses treatment for his emotional detachment.