MTL - The Marvelous Dragon Balls - Chapter 327 By the New York Temple, the Master's Hallows

What will happen when a wild, arrogant, and cold secret agent crosses over to the body of a weak and timid young miss of an aristocratic family?

She, Chu Ye, is the CIA agent who grabbed the outstanding title of “Agent 007” after the death of Qian Xie. However, she fell in love with the enemy during a murder mission and died for love.

She, Boling Yili, is the seventh young miss of the Boling family, the greatest aristocratic family of the Eastern Nation, but because of her natural timidity and cowardice and her inability to become a sorcerer, she was regarded by the family as a disgrace and was exiled to a small remote town, where she supposedly died due to suicide and drowned in a pond.

When matters are left unsettled, the heart and body will almost thirst for blood, longing for the wildness and madness and even undergoing change to the point of blurring the fine line between life and death. From the moment Boling Yili’s body was reborn, the Wu Man Continent better wait for they will witness what it means for the sky and the earth to turn upside down!

- Description from Novelupdates

War correspondent Chen Xuan accidentally traverses to a Martial Arts World,becoming a hunter.In his home, besides him, there are two women, the beautiful sister-in-law Su Wanqiu and her pure sister Su Yun.Under the matchmaking of Wanqiu, Chen Xuan marries the pure Su Yun.Unexpectedly,after the wedding night,a strange piece of information suddenly appears.Chen Xuan:.....His expression is somewhat peculiar!Why does this system seem somewhat improper!So....with the improper system, and the improper him, they push through the Martial Dao, and reach her!

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”