I Might Be A Fake Cultivator - Chapter 2387 - Sorry

In a dramatic reversal of fate, the commoner Ludwik ascended the throne and became king. Once crowned, he was immediately told that the most important work of the king is “to welcome the princess from the highest lineage on the continent as your bride”! But then, the beautiful bride who appeared muttered, “gross…” upon seeing his face. Just like that, the new queen began to wage a cold war against Ludwik. But the truth is, there lies a secret within the queen’s heart, and when Ludwik finds out about it, he ends up in a certain contract with her… The story of fantasy, harem (planned), and comedy begins here!!

On the night of his marriage proposal, Xu Yang was dumped by his ex-girlfriend.Feeling heavy-hearted, he went to a bar to drown his sorrows.He didn’t remember much about what happened that night, but he woke up with a stunning beauty lying next to him. At first glance, she looked somewhat familiar.Wasn’t she his ex-girlfriend’s sister?And it seemed like she was about to wake up!What should he do? He’s anxiously waiting…

The ninth son of the Tianhan Immortal Emperor of the fairy realm, Qin Yun had the rare gift of the Chaos Immortal physique and even achieved the cultivation level of Real Immortal at ten years old. He was so skilled that his father was considering making him the successor to the throne.

But his idyllic life was shattered at the hands of a massive conspiracy, and the Immortal Emperor, his own father, not only exiled his mother to endless torture in an unfathomable abyss, but he also sealed away Qin Yun’s intelligence and memories away and banished him to the mortal world.

Stuck on Earth as a helpless child, he is taken in by a beautiful woman in a small town who adopts him as her younger brother. Things are fine for a while, but when a bully attempts to extort his newfound sister for sex, and no one is willing to stand up to him because of his powerful friends, can Qin Yun tap into his old skills to protect her?

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”