Young Noble Be Monster Slaying - Chapter 830: Sacred White Emperor Sword

In the world of cultivation, countless tales follow righteous protagonists, fated heroes blessed by destiny, or those chosen by heaven to walk the path of immortality.But what of those who stand in their way?What of the villains? The so-called obstacles to the hero’s journey—do they not bleed, dream, and struggle as well?Xiao Ning was never meant to succeed.From the very beginning, the Grand Dao wove him as a stepping stone—a necessary sacrifice to elevate another. His path, like that of all designated ‘villains,’ was doomed to failure by design.But what happens when that design is defied?After death, Xiao Ning awakens—not in the cycle of reincarnation, but in the cold silence beyond it. There, he is offered the Eternal Paradox Codex—a forbidden artifact containing the hidden truths of the Grand Dao System itself.Rules. Loopholes. Vulnerabilities.Knowledge not meant for those like him.With this power, Xiao Ning is granted a single, impossible choice: accept oblivion, or step outside the Grand Dao entirely—to abandon fate, sever karma, and cultivate a path unbound by heaven or law.It is Xiao Ning’s journey, from ashes to something beyond comprehension.Not to become an Immortal among men.But something even the heavens dare not bind.If fate is a chain…Then let him forge his own path in the void beyond.Welcome to this humble tale.The cultivation world is vast and unkind.Let us begin again—on our terms.

On the wedding night, when the bride hung herself, the handsome husband was sickly, the concubine was glaring like a tiger to see what her best next move would be. Shu Huan who time-travelled to the ancient times encountered such a mess.

“Men and women can’t touch each other. You doing this is not right, right?”

“Humph, you are already married to me. You still care about that?”

“Eh eh, second young master, you haven’t healed yet. I’m thinking for your own good.”

“Doesn’t matter, this young master isn’t interested in your bean sprouts like body.”

While sleeping, they put a barrier of pillows between them

Woman: “Eh…Eh….”

Man: “Eh…what are you doing?

Woman: “Don’t cross the line.”

Man: “Ah……?”

Woman: “If you cross the line, I’ll hit you with the incense burner.”

Man “Uh……”

Woman: If……if I accidentally cross the line……you don’t…”

“Humph……if you continue to talk, I’ll tear your clothes and seal your mouth.”

“You check so carefully because you are afraid that I’ll harm you?”

“That isn’t it. Humph, I only want to know why someone will commit suicide by hanging on the wedding night.”

“……”

“You hate me so much? You prefer to die instead of spending the wedding night with me?

- Description from Novelupdates

Notice to Readers This is a NETORI novel—where the protagonist does the stealing, not the crying. If you’re here for NTR (netorare) tears, you’re in the wrong place. Thanks for reading! *Trigger Warning* The following piece of art may be offensive to some people because it contains rape fantasy, which is not real. Real rape is wrong. This is for people who enjoy rape as a fantasy or role-play and is not intended to be real or to be reproduced in any way. IF YOU ARE NOT 21 YEARS OF AGE OR OLDER, PLEASE EXIT THIS NOVEL NOW! THIS STORY IS FOR ADULTS ONLY AND CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT, INCLUDING NON-CONSENUAL SEX, ABUSE, AND BREAST PLAY. IT IS SIMPLY FANTASY AND IN NO WAY CONDOLES THE ABUSE OF WOMEN. IT IS HERE FOR PLEASURE ONLY.

In the last age of light, when the Dark Lord’s shadow grew long and deep, a single voice cried out through the veil of time.One child would be marked by the Dark—destined to stand as his equal.But prophecy never speaks in solitude.The Second Child was born not of fire, but of frost—A child of snow, carried by silence, forged in the cold ache of betrayal from another life.Once broken by a world that failed her,Now reborn into one that sings with ancient magic, she remembers everything—The scars, the silence, the hunger to be free.She carries not just a soul, but a secret lineage.Not Black, but White.The most ancient and feared house in wizarding Britain—rival to the House of Black.As the old war stirs again, the girl who walks with the snow must carve her own path,One not dictated by strangers , nor prophecy, nor fate.For she is not the chosen one.She is the one who chooses.Her name will never be spoken in prophecy’s limelight,But she will shape its every echo.When the wise fall,When the first light fades,When darkness hunts not just the chosen boy, but the truth itself .She will rise.Freed by will to a future she dares to dream,She will defy the prophecy’s chains,And forge a new legend.Her wand shall carve snow into fire,Her heart shall unmake silence,And her journey will lead not to glory,But to truth,To freedom,And to the light that returns after the storm.……………………………………….Author’s Note:Just a quick reminder before you begin—this fanfic is written entirely by me. I only use AI to help refine the grammar and polish the text. All the characters, plot, and story decisions are my own.I mention this at the start for those who may not prefer stories that use any form of AI assistance. I want to be upfront so you know what to expect.This fanfic is also firmly in the Yuri genre, focused on a female lead and her relationship with another girl—possibly two, but no more than that. Most likely, it will center around just one love interest.I hope you enjoy the story and the journey ahead!