MTL - My Legend Still Exists in the Cultivation World - Chapter 103

Under the turning of the gears of fate, Ji Aier, a girl from an orphanage, was adopted by the Ji family at the age of ten. Since then, she has started a life deeply connected to Ji En as both an adopted daughter and a maid. Ji En, the young master of the Ji family, grew up with her. In the years of youth, a budding affection quietly sprouted between them. Skipping school, the first menstrual period, the first kiss, those youthful experiences made their feelings gradually deepen amidst bickering and dependence. However, as they grew older, Ji En got a girlfriend named Ouyang Xue, and Ji Aier was plunged into embarrassment and pain. After Ji En went abroad, Ji Aier discovered that she was pregnant but was sent away by the Ji family.Seven years later, the red thread of fate tied them together again. Ji En returned to the country and found Ji Aier. But at this time, they faced even more misunderstandings and obstacles. Ji Aier was living with twins and concealed the existence of the children, which became a fuse for the conflicts between them. At Ji En's wedding, Ji Aier suddenly appeared and then left, making the situation even more chaotic. Moreover, Ji Aier's experiences of being kidnapped, placed under house arrest, and her complicated relationship with Raymond made this relationship even more unpredictable. Raymond, a mixed - race person with a mysterious background, reached out to help Ji Aier when she was most helpless. His appearance not only brought warmth and assistance to Ji Aier but also filled Ji En's heart with jealousy and anger.On the road of love, they were constantly tested. The tragedy of a car accident took the life of their daughter, and Ji Aier disappeared, plunging Ji En into endless pain and self - blame. When they met again, the unexpected rejection at the wedding, Ji En's poisoning, and Ji Aier being wrongly accused as the murderer, a series of events pushed their love to the brink of despair. But will the truth finally come to light? Can Ji Aier clear her name? Can their broken love be restored? In this bumpy journey of love, where will they go from here?

“Doc, it’s like the game I made is becoming a reality.”“Isn’t that nice? People are under so much pressure at work these days, but you can get away from it all, play the game, and live the life of your dreams.”“But I’m a famous ghost story game designer, I’ve conceived one hundred and twenty-six mu*der cases, portrayed dozens of mu*derers with different personalities, and to find material I’ve watched ninety-five thriller movies, more than four hundred horror comics, and collected more than two thousand urban weird tales. Now they all seem to be true!”“So …… do I look familiar to you?”

Traveling through the Cultivation World, where Immortal and God exist, Li Su’s Spiritual Roots are tr*sh and when he thought everything is over, He obtained a System!

The System of Many Children-Many Blessings!

With each additional descendant he has, his lifespan extends and Cultivation increases!

Even the Cultivation of his Descendants feedback to him!

Therefore in order to achieve his goal of becoming an Immortal, he takes Concubine and makes babies crazily!

While Others beat other people to death on Cultivation Resources, Li Su is making babies.

While Others Cultivate in Seclusion for Hundred Years, Li Su is making babies for Hundred of Years!

That’s why when an Immortal Appeared and wanted to Destroy the Li Clan, Li Su appeared and killed him with one Finger everyone was stunned mute.

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