MTL - Returning from the Immortal World - Chapter 1375 missing chance

The Geng family announced to the upper-class society of Bing City that their adoptive daughter was not who they thought she was. They did this because she tried to become more successful by networking her way up. In the end, they kicked her out of the family.

The Geng family’s first daughter was multi-talented, gentle, and one of the most famous ladies in Bing City. On the other hand, their adoptive daughter, Wen Xin, was talentless, unsuccessful, and utterly inferior to their first daughter.

After leaving the Geng family, Wen Xin started on her new journey. She became a miracle doctor who helped Madam Mu in Jing City, a grand prize winner in a piano competition, a master-level composer, and the owner of the largest comprehensive laboratory of Physics and Biology…

Her multiple identities were revealed one after another, and news about her kept going viral. She was showing those who looked down on her that they had gotten her all wrong.

“Look! That’s the woman who wouldn’t leave my idol alone…”

“Sorry, but I’m already in a relationship!”

One day, her jealous significant other couldn’t take it anymore. He stopped acting cold and wrapped his arm around her waist.

“When are you going to announce who I am?” he asked in a soft voice while his gaze shifted downward.

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[Sweet, Fiery, Refreshing, powerful couple, Cultural Heritages]Ye Wanlan's body had been possessed; after the transmigrator turned her life into a complete mess and left abruptly, she finally regained control of her own body, only to be trapped in the same day, repeating in an infinite loop for 999 years.No matter what she did, everything would start over, and she was forced to become a madwoman possessing numerous skills.The day she broke free from the loop, facing the disastrous aftermath, everyone laughed at her powerless efforts to restore order, until her past life was unintentionally exposed—Ye Wanlan leapt down from a height of thirty feet with her qinggong, unscathed.Some explained: She must've used wires.Ye Wanlan's rendition of “Battle-Breaking Music” left none injured yet many dead.Some defended: It's all post-production special effects.Ye Wanlan performed the Taiyi Divine Needle anew, miraculously healing others.Some covered up: It was all pre-written in the script.Afterward, long-lost martial arts secret techniques, Kesi silk skills, and operatic arts resurfaced in the world...Big shots making up excuses for her: ...Can you tone it down a bit?They're running out of excuses!·Suddenly, Ye Wanlan found she could hear the conversations of antiques and inadvertently mastered gossip from all ages and nations.【Absolutely no one knows that beneath the Fengyuan Pagoda lies the Tianqi ceremonial book】The next day, the Huaxia book of the Tianqi ceremony was brought to light.【I am Great Ancestor Ning's personal sword, and I won't tell you where the treasure is】The following day, international news reported the discovery of Great Ancestor Ning's treasure.The antiques who were slow to catch on finally sensed something was amiss: ???Ye Wanlan reached out her hand: I will take you home·The treasures of Shenzhou shall return to HuaxiaIn the new era, she is the sole torchbearerHe gambled his life on a Shenzhou golden age with her in it

I had finally done it—achieved the ultimate Paladin build. Maxed stats, impenetrable armor, and so many resistances that death itself had given up on me. I was an unkillable tank, an indomitable force. Nothing could stop me.And then my PC exploded.I died.Irony, thou art a cruel mistress.But instead of the afterlife, I woke up as my Paladin character… in the wrong freaking genre. Instead of castles and dungeons, there were people flying around on swords, shooting qi beams like fantasy laser guns.“This is definitely the wrong genre,” I muttered, watching a pompous young master sneer at me.“Kowtow, kiss my foot, and beg for forgiveness!” he declared.I looked at my imaginary maxed-out health bar, then at his flimsy silk robes.Oh, this was going to be fun.

[Warning: Mature Content]

“Master, are we going to keep what happened last night a secret between us?”

“For how loud you moaned and cried, Qing-er, I think the whole world has already learned all about it, and your concern is irrelevant.”

Yun Qing-er, the only disciple of the legendary immortal swordmaster Bai Ye, has been hiding her feelings for her master for years. Unaccepted by norms and morals, it is the darkest secret that she swears to bury deep within her heart.

But life has other plans. Bai Ye's desire for her burns hot beneath his solemn appearance. He will teach her not only the art of the sword, but also the pleasures of life that she never knew existed before.

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Smut starts at Chapter 17, with a teaser in Chapter 11. A bit softcore at first but will get wilder quickly as the story moves on :)

Note that this is NOT a typical cultivation romance. Immortals and spiritual power and whatnot are all plot devices… You'll see what I mean in just a few chapters!

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[Sneak Peek]

He pinned me against the poplar tree at the center of the garden. A breeze rustled past, stirring the sunlight sparkling through the autumn foliage above us, and a sprinkle of gold fell over his shoulders. “Say you want me,” he whispered.

“Bai Ye—” I breathed, but the rest of my words were replaced by moans the moment he traced his kisses along my neck and took my earlobe into his mouth.

Familiar tingles roared through me as he nibbled and suckled gently. His hand slid up my chest, and he played with my sensations with his lips and tongue and fingers until my arms trembled around him. All other thoughts vanished from my mind. The only thing I knew was the irresistible feeling of him on me, so overwhelming that my knees started growing weak. I would've fallen if he wasn't pinning me hard against the tree.

“Bai Ye …” I moaned again, clawing at his clothes. “Of course I want you … Right here, right now.”

He let out a soft puff of laughter, and his hand grazed down, gripping the folds of my dress. With a rip of fabric, he tore them away.