Poison Genius Consort - Chapter 803: Shadow arts, the Gu Clan gentleman

Long Chen, a crippled youth who cannot cultivate, is constantly targeted and bullied by his fellow noble heirs. After a particularly vicious beating, he wakes up and realizes a Pill God’s soul has somehow merged with him, giving him some additional memories. Within those memories is the mysterious Nine Star Hegemon Body Art, a cultivation technique that even he can train in, but whose secrets and origin are still a mystery to him. Relying on his improved instincts as he finally begins to cultivate, he realizes a huge conspiracy is underfoot within the Phoenix Cry Empire, one involving his father, members of the imperial family, and even the Emperor himself.

Shen Fei was transmigrated to a world of beast taming and obtained the Supreme Bloodline through the transmigration.

Everyone was able to contract their own tamed beast. The stronger one was, the stronger their beast would be.

After activating his Supreme Bloodline, the first thing Shen Fei did was form a contract with the Divine Phoenix.

However, there existed an empress in the world.

She had control over almost all the resources in the world and could even see the outline of everyone’s life.

On a certain day, the empress noticed Shen Fei and when she activated her power to peek into his future, she was completely stunned.

Name: Shen Fei

Fate: Supreme Bloodline, Infinite Evolution, King of Beast

Tamed Beast: Divine Phoenix (Highest-grade)

Outline: Will build an immortal kingdom and become the King of Beast

Molitia Clemence was born sickly.

She forgot to cover herself with a blanket and caught a cold. She woke up next to her husband after 10 days just because of a slight cold.

Molitia barely survived between the thin threads of life and death. When she opened her eyes, she noticed that her husband was somehow acting differently than usual…?!

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“Have you eaten?” (Husband)

“Yes.” (Molitia)

“This is the belly of a person who ate?” (Husband)

He frowned as he stroked her flat lower abdomen. He held her wrist carefully, as if it would break. His voice rose.

“Why is your wrist so thin? Are you even human?” (Husband)

“That’s…” (Molitia)

“Butler!” (Husband)

The butler rushed to his angry voice, fidgeting with his wrists.

“Get me food for my wife to eat. Something that will help her stay healthy. Anything is fine.” (Husband)

Molitia’s mouth opened at her husband’s words, but no sound came out. ‘I just had a meal?’

Do people chase greatness, or does greatness chase us?