Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion - Chapter 3 - Rules of Collecting Swords From the Swords Pavilion

“Will you marry me?”As a metaphysics master, An Yan was humiliated by a rejected marriage proposal.She turned around and grabbed the man with the best fate in the entire room to propose to him.“Miss An, you'd better not regret this!”In the blink of an eye, the hunter became the prey, and An Yan was a bit panicked.She was truly cherished, but it was a possessiveness-driven affection that An Yan did not want.It wasn't until he fell ill.That she realized what was called deep affection was just a conspiracy.Everyone says he is the Li Family's deity! Because of him, the Li Family flourished with riches and glory.In reality, he is the Li Family's demon! He could potentially drag the entire family to irreversible doom at any moment.

Her parents died in planned accident by her uncle. They used her in every way they can. They planned to sue her so she wont take her fathers company back. They want to destroy her life making her penniless. No one knows that she is the not the same girl who was played as puppet in their hands. Five years changed her a lot. Now she is a hidden genius still acting pityfull to take revenge.

Every overbearing president will always have a coquettish, pure, or lively white moonlight in their hearts. They are the vicious female partners in the novel, the stepping stones of the heroine, and the tool to promote the feelings of the hero and heroine. In the end, because of jealousy, run-down and decay she became a coquettish bit*h that everyone hated. However, one day-after Su Luó , who is unreasonable, indifferent and calm came… the domineering president of every world would be desperate, heartbroken, and desperate to make a living. Love is like poison, making people crazy and go crazy..

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I was sixteen when the gods abandoned me.The Blessing Ritual was supposed to grant me power, a divine gift to carve my future. Instead, I received nothing. No abilities. No hope. Just another nameless soul left to rot in a world ruled by strength.Fine. If the gods wouldn’t bless me, I’d make my own power.For ten years, I clawed my way forward, experimenting with forces no human should touch. I pushed too far—and it killed me.Then I woke up.Sixteen again. Back at the Ritual. But this time, something changed.Time bends at my will. Blood moves when I command it.The gods still won’t acknowledge me, but it doesn’t matter. This world isn’t fair, and I’ve stopped playing by its rules. Faith and Chaos clash in my veins, and I will use them both.They wanted a Chosen Hero, someone to dance to their tune.Well, too bad for them—I’ll carve my own fate.