Reborn as the Hero's Daughter - Chapter 349: Their Respective Paths

Here is a story about an ordinary hard worker struggling hard in the troubled times of the Three Kingdoms and working hard to farm.

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Su Bei sat on No-Sword Peak, contentedly watching his female disciple scurry about.That would have completed his first task for his System Quest assigned by “The Highest Ten Thousand Fold Feedback for Discipleship” system!Xia Ruoching looked at Su Bei with a serious face,“Master, this is the spiritual fruit I got from the Sect Leader. He said it'd be helpful for your injuries!”Su Bei gazed at the half-black, half-red fruit in front of him and fell into deep thought.“Are you sure this is what the fruit looks like?”“......”“This is the real deal, Master! That half is definitely not poisoned! Eating this spiritual fruit would be such a wonderful experience, ah!”“?”“......”Years later.Su Bei, while leading one of his many disciples back to Sword Sect, suddenly sneezed and muttered,“That's strange. Why do I keep feeling like a bunch of people are cursing me?”The eldest disciple looked at the new junior sisters with a stunned expression, “What? You want to kill Master too?”......The book is also known as “I Have the Highest Ten Thousand Fold Feedback System for Discipleship.”“I Am a Transmigrator, Not the Su Bei You Know!”“I Really Didn't Steal The Disciples' Talents, Okay!”“Assassinations from the Reincarnated Disciples!”“Assassinating Master”

He called me his ruin. Then he made me one.Alpha Shiloh's rejection wasn’t just a scar—it was a betrayal. He left me shattered. Broken. And I had to rebuild myself in silence.I almost forgot the way his touch once burned like salvation.Now he’s back.Not to beg forgiveness. To bargain. A deadly mission, he says. He promises freedom.But then presence ignites my wolf into a frenzy. She thrashes, desperate to claim him again. But I remember the coldness in his eyes when he exiled me. The way the pack turned their backs as I crawled into the wilderness, half-dead and wholly broken. Hate simmers hotter than desire.Yet here I am, bargaining with the devil who shattered me. Every moment we share is a lie. He doesn’t know about the shadows I’ve fed, the truth I’ve buried.Or the child.One whisper of its existence, and the pack will paint the forest with my blood.But the closer we get to completing his mission, the harder it is to hide… from him, or from the part of me that still craves him.Freedom has a price.So does vengeance.And I’m not sure which will destroy me first.