King Shura - Chapter 52. Betting The Heavenly Demon Church

After her rebirth, Qin Yiyi became the daughter of the Qin Family once again. It’s just that her parents didn’t love her.

It’s alright. I’ve always relied on myself.

What? She had no education, no ability, no brain, and was not as smart and clever as Second Miss Qin?

Qin Yiyi chuckled and turned to leave.

Over the past year, she had gotten sick of being a top student at the piano and accidentally became an ancient cultural endorser while also somehow receiving a doctorate and accepted a professor as her disciple…

A top-ranked medical professional said, “What, Master Qin isn’t here? Sorry, we’re leaving too.”

Ancient martial arts family had this to say, “Qin Yiyi is my little grandaunt. If you bully her, you’re going against the ancient martial world!”

9th master chuckled. As he looked around, his thin lips curled up slightly. “Everyone, do you think I’m dead?”

Iris Morris is by no means looking for any more drama in her life ( she has loads of it thanks to her mom). However, when Lucas Andrews pops up and ruins her interview, the drama she has been running away from unfolds in all the “wrong” ways, like him suddenly filling her small circle of influence. . .and her mind!For Lucas Andrews, nothing is as important to him as getting the Adder magazine to be number one on the bestsellers list worldwide. So when Iris comes to support the promise he made to his mother out of her sheer love for editing, he can't help but fall for hard for her, especially when a fake dating deal to ward off his possessive “fan girl” comes into play.

Until he became the lowest-ranked master, his lonely and luckless life never changed.

Suddenly one day, a descendant injected him with a nanomachine, and the machine started ‘speaking’ to him.

“What? What are you talking about?”

This was beyond the boy’s knowledge, he turned pale.

The Nanomachine linked to his cerebrum realized the User was not understanding a single word it said.

“Who are you, and why are you doing this to me?”

“Nano Mashin?”

The boy’s face hardened.

Mashin was the deity the Mashin Religion worshipped, along with the Sacred Fire.

The religions’ Master communicated with Mashin.

“Um, are you really Mashin?”

The boy knelt down and asked with a trembling voice. At this, the Nanomachine attached to his cerebrum realized it had been misunderstood.