MTL - Horror Resurgence: Ma’am, Please Respect My Profession - Chapter 26

The little handsome son-in-law passed through a world as waste material and the husband of a wealthy family. But because of his lacking aptitude, the wealthy family had driven him out. So he worked hard and found a more powerful family’s thighs to hold onto. Soon enough, he became the strongest son-in-law and husband in history.

In this world, it was impossible to practice martial arts. It was futile so he might as well take advantage of his wife’s thighs and maintain a comfortable and leisure lifestyle.

He’ll train his wife to become the strongest and best person in the world.

“Whoever dares to provoke me, let my wife kill you!”

- Description from Novelupdates

Jiang Che traveled here and practiced for eighteen years to awaken the sign-in system.“Ding, the host signs in to Snow Moon City, and is rewarded with the inheritance of the Drunken Sword Immortal!”“Ding, the host signs in to Peach Blossom Island, and is rewarded with the Tai Chi Xuanqing Dao!”“Ding, the host signs in to the Yin-Yang Family Residence, and is rewarded with the dual cultivation secret technique Yin-Yang Heavenly Immortal Technique!”With the sign-in system, Jiang Che traveled around the Jiuzhou Continent and stood at the top of the world step by step!Li Hanyi: “Legendary man, look at the sword!”Huang Rong: “Woo woo woo, Brother Che, please let me go…”Wanwan: “My feet are fragrant and soft? My brother-in-law is a pervert!”Jiang Che: “It’s over, the whole Jiuzhou Continent knows that I am a scumbag!”

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.