Academy’s Undercover Professor - Chapter 234

She, Xue Fanxin, a famous medical genius in the 21st century, had transmigrated into the body of the dumb daughter of the Grand Duke.

Weary reader, it is an honor that you have chosen this book amidst the heavy, dim library.Regrettably, this book is unwell.Your fingers should be able to feel the raised growths on the surface of its cover,Words written in bygone days are like parasites rooted in the pages, hoping for someone to observe their wriggling,To feel, to decipher, to touch the essence of this ailing story.If you insist on borrowing this book, please make sure to regularly check your own physical condition.

The Capital’s girls look on with hatred, “ You’re just a country girl without any knowledge. Do you have Niyun Shop’s clothes? Do you have Brilliant Treasure Pavillion’s jewellery? Do you even know how eminent and domineering the famous Yue Wang is?

Mu Yunyao looked at them lazily, “ Niyun Shop? I opened it. Brilliant Treasure Pavillion? I opened it. As for Yue Wang…when are you returning my silver?”

Yue Wang’s face was cold: “I will pay with my body.”

(Wang means King. In this case, “Yue Wang” was a title given by the Emperor to his son.)

After being reincarnated, Mu Yunyao believes in three things: One, do not have good intentions towards others. Two, do not let the enemy have the chance to rise again. Three, do not believe in feelings. Thus, she is merciless. She is fearless. She would rather have everything destroyed than to compromise for everything.

However, after one fateful meeting, a cold-blooded prince keeps following her, silently plotting on making her his wife and bringing her back to pamper her…

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(Immortal Cultivation+Meeting a Perfect Match+Shura Field+Invincible Flow+Upgrade Flow+Playing the Pig and Eating the Tiger)—What is cultivation? When I think back to the past, cultivation was, as a baby, kicking my legs over and over again—kicking on the bed, kicking on the ground, kicking every single day. Cultivation was, as I grew older, swinging my sword again and again—slashing here, cutting there. Cultivation became, as I matured, the repeated harmony of yin and yang—busy tonight, and busy again tomorrow night. … My name is Xu Ming. I have never cared about the stipends given to me by those sect masters, noble ladies, or princesses.I said to her, “Can you give me a room closer to yours? I need to report my work to you at any moment.” Even if I accomplish nothing every day, I just want to watch how she cultivates. I…