MTL - The Empress’s Gigolo - Chapter 1235 Emperor (below)

Internet celebrity chef Chen Muxue transmigrated into a book, becoming the final boss of a cultivation story. The instant she arrived, she hit the male lead with a wok. Staring at the dilapidated conditions of her sect and the children she found waiting for their next meal, she decided that everything could wait until after she had a full stomach. And yet, that one meal resulted in a remarkable change in destiny... On a certain day, a man swirling with divine qi visited. He asked, “Do you offer meals here, milady? If you do, I am willing to join your sect.” Chen Muxue replied, “No problem! Go work the farm first!” The next day, the cultivation realm was in shock! Everyone began to visit the Heavenly Cauldron Sect, but no one knew why a celestial was working at a farm in his pure-white robes...

After finishing a tragic novel where the villain is betrayed and killed by his own beast husbands, Li Wei does what any reasonable reader would do. He rants about the ending.Then he gets hit by a car.When he opens his eyes again, Li Wei finds himself inside that very novel, reborn as Su Ningyan, the future villain destined to walk a path of madness, war, and blood.Ten years before his fall.Ten years before his death.In the original story, Su Ningyan’s unstable phoenix beast core drives him toward forbidden power, turning him into a feared villain who ultimately dies at the hands of the men he loved most.This time, Li Wei refuses that fate.He will avoid the villian arc.He will heal his beast core.And he will stay far away from the four terrifying beast princes who will one day become his husbands.Unfortunately, fate has other plans.The academy meant to heal him becomes a battlefield of tension, rivalry, and instinctual bonds. The beast princes notice him far too early, and the more Su Ningyan tries to escape the plot, the tighter destiny coils around him.Because in a world ruled by beast bloodlines and ancient bonds, some connections cannot be severed only delayed.And the husbands who once killed him… may not be willing to let him go again.****ExcerptSu Ningyan didn’t know where he was.At first, he thought he was dreaming. His body felt warm... too warm... and the scent in the air was unfamiliar, sharp and clean, like lightning after rain.He turned onto his side.And froze.A pair of golden dragon eyes stared back at him from inches away.The man was breathtaking. Long black hair spread across silk pillows, sharp features sculpted as if carved from jade. His presence alone pressed down on Su Ningyan’s chest, heavy and suffocating.His face went pale. “What the—”“You’re awake.” The man smiled faintly.Jun Haoxuan. Azure Dragon Clan. Future Beast King.And, according to the book, one of the men who would eventually become his husband.“Did you sleep well?” Jun Haoxuan asked calmly.Su Ningyan’s eye twitched. He was supposed to be avoiding them.So why was he waking up in the dragon prince’s bed?

[Urban Bestselling Epic about the War God] “Sign it, today you must divorce that loser, Ling Fan—you’re not ashamed, but I can’t even lift my head when I go out,” my father-in-law emphatically tapped on the divorce agreement. Three days later, good son-in-law, you rise above the petty, I beg you, please don’t leave my daughter... Three years of tempering, a work of craftsmanship, the legendary War God’s ascension journey....

The boundless universe was filled with all sorts of wonders.

I, Chen *Ping’an, only have one sword, to move mountains, turn the seas upside down, suppress demons, deal with gods, pluck stars, break rivers, destroy cities, and open the heavenly abode!

My name is Chen Ping’an, Ping’an* of Peace, and I am a swordsman.

The Midland world was full of wonders.

In the center of the world, there was a scholar who had once used a sword to slash out a waterfall of the Milky Way. This was the person he was the most proud of.

At the edge of the East Sea’s cliffs, there was a nameless Daoist who was unwilling to ascend to the peak of a mountain. He only wished for a cool breeze to brush against his face.

In the Western Pure Land, there was an old monk who liked to treat people to chicken soup and tell stories.

In the southern border of the Wilderness, there was a blind painter who controlled golden-armored puppets that were as tall as mountains to move the hundred thousand mountains, creating an embroidered picture.

An impoverished youth who grew up in the north. One day, he saw tens of thousands of Sword Kinesis Immortals above him, like a swarm of locusts crossing the border.

He wanted to see for himself the scholar that the storyteller had mentioned, the surging tides of the East Sea, the vast swamps of sand in the west, and the majestic mountains of the Southern Wasteland.

Thus, one day, the youth picked up the wooden sword and began to descend south.

Notes:

* Ping’an means peace

** The four directions here are just the four sides of the map of China and the earth. As for the World of Righteousness, it was only one of the four “World”.

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