Martial Saint through Reading - Chapter 57: It’s Not Makeup, It’s Disguise!

As a Rogue Immortal, Tang Qing felt that the pressure on him was very big because you will never know when the next Heavenly Tribulation will descend upon you.

Also, you will never know just how many Heavenly Tribulations you would have to overcome to finally come to the end of the Heavenly Tribulation.

Just right after overcoming the Ninth Layer Heavenly Tribulation, Tang Qing’s body got extremely damaged by the perverted Heavenly Tribulation.

After climbing out of the ruins and being met with an unfathomable encounter, he became the dao companion of a bunch of heavenly women……

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Fade was a legendary assassin that could kill just about anyone, as long as the price was right and the reason was just.

One day as he was reminiscing about his life when he lost someone important, he fell asleep. When he woke up he was in a weird place, a different body, a different world.

After being transmigrated into a comedic yuri novel as a hapless cannon fodder male character, Luo Wusheng desire one thing only, and that is to survive the incoming battle that would eradicate every member of his Sect. However, the developments of things seem to be spiralling out of his control.After a year full of hardwork, he noticed that some of the original Protagonist Harem Member, who are supposed to be into girls, behaved a little bit weird around him.Soon, he realized why.The Holy Maiden of the Demon Sect has a secret crush on him.The Empress of the Immortal Nation wants to have him as her consort.The Nine-Tailed Fox Netherqueen, the Monarch of the Netherkin Nation, wants to be his mate till the end of time.“Little Yuli! Aren’t you the original main character? Aren’t they all your girl? Please get them off me!” Facing the surrounding sharks, Luo Wusheng cried for help.As the original main character of this Yuri-Themed Xianxia World, the Protagonist nodded her head, and with a determination expression on her face, she answered, “You are right, the only one who can have you is me!”Luo Wusheng, feeling stupified at her word, can only stare in shock toward the incoming meteor that is the female sword cultivator.Luo Wusheng: ???, What's wrong with these girls??

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.