My Triling System - Chapter 128

Upon awakening in a parallel world, Lin Yi discovered that not only were Xiao Zhuang and Xiao Ying present, but also veterans like Old Pao, Tou Lao Gao, Qiangzi…He had unlocked an Entry Upgrade System.【Shooting Novice (White) → Hundred Paces Piercing Yang (Gold)】【Superior Memory (Blue) → Photographic Recall (Gold)】【Master of Struggles (Blue) → Supreme Titan of Competition (Gold)】【Martial Arts Grandmaster (Purple) → Mortal Warlord (Red)】【……】As time passed, Lin Yi steadily advanced towards the peak, growing ever stronger.Yet, as he ascended, unexpected figures began to emerge before him—He Chenguang, Xu Sanduo, Lei Zhan, Yan Poyue, An Ran, Long Xiaoyun, Shen Ge…Only then did Lin Yi realise that this was not merely the world of Special One, but a vast amalgamation of multiple special forces universes.

Do you know how this world ends?

Ever met someone who started cultivating from his mother’s womb?

Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”