The Alpha Behind The Mask - Chapter 55: Hiding Behind A Mask

Shaurya, a terminally ill young man from India, breathes his last while chanting Lord Vishnu’s name. But death isn’t the end — it’s his divine beginning.Chosen by Lord Narayan Himself, Shaurya awakens in a mystical cultivation world, reborn with a perfect immortal body and a unique Divine Sect System. In this world where immortals rule and ancient clans dominate, Shaurya stands out — a Hindu soul in a Chinese fantasy realm.While others struggle for years in seclusion to cultivate, Shaurya levels up by completing divine missions — from mantra meditation to purifying evil. Each task earns him Dharma Points, unlocking divine weapons, cultivation techniques, sect structures, and powerful allies. He establishes the Sanatan Flame Sect, a holy force born of faith, flame, and fate.Armed with blessings from a real god and a system no one else can comprehend, Shaurya sets out to build the greatest sect the world has ever seen.---Tags:Cultivation · System · Sect Building · Reincarnation · Hindu Mythology · Overpowered MC · Indian MC · Fantasy World · Divine Weapons · Light Humor · Serious Power Progression

When Ye Qiao received the award for best actress, they asked her about her husband during the interview.
Q: When was the first time that you noticed him?
A: In an old rental apartment. The couple next door was doing special exercises and I happened to overhear it.
Q: When did you officially meet him?
A: I was bitten by his dog and got 6 rabies shots for it.
Q: Why him?

Maybe because she had been lonely and helpless in the past.

She had been hidden herself in the darkness. The only ray of sunlight in her life was from him

A story about Ye Qianxi’s cousin from The Most Majestic You, though the story is mostly unrelated. This story was published before The Most Majestic You and is somewhat more serious

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Transmigration? A Chong Xi Marriage? Sickly husband? How worse can this get?

Mo Qian Xue now lives in a soddy, destitute, small house with broken furnitures. The grass had grown wild and unruly from lack of proper care. The rice pot in the kitchen, it’s left empty. Well, this mess seemed quite manageable, however, why is it they only have one quilt in the house?

Not only does she serve her husband food and refreshments during the day, does she need to make sure he’s well “fed” at night too?

“It’s getting late now… we should go to bed. Said the sickly husband. She simply closed the door, turned off the lights, and went straight to sleep.

“If you dare move, I’ll kick you out of the bed!” She threatened.

In the end, the man still managed to wrap himself around her no matter how she resisted. The sickly husband wasn’t as weak as he appeared to be!

Mo Qian Xue worked hard to become rich. She built workshops, opened factories, one aided by her sickly husband towards prosperity. Fortunately, she could live a peaceful life far from bickering relatives, but then, much to her dismay, she still had to deal with the villagers knocking on her door.

So they want her money? They want her position as a wife? Since when was she, Mo Xian Que easy to bully?! They want to make her lose face? Alright, let them come a little closer then… give them a…. slap!

Immortals, gods, demons, princes and generals; dragon girls hold lamps, and the cups hold the sea.

Wild foxes practice Zen, and fierce tigers realize Taoism; they swim in the North Sea in the morning, and go to Cangwu in the evening.

Immortals and gods survive, and demons establish a country.

These originally had nothing to do with Qi Wuhuo.

And Qi Wuhuo, who always saw square characters in his dreams, only thought about being able to participate in the spring test in the coming year.

Until when he was making yellow rice rice, an old man gave him a jade pillow, which made him have a long dream.

Huang Liang has a dream.

…………

Huang Liang awakened from his dream and broke his heart, and since then he has opened the door to practice.

The golden crow flies, and the jade rabbit leaves.

One grain of millet in the three realms, the dust of the mountains and rivers for several years.

Pass the sword leisurely through the downtown.

No one knows that I am a real fairy.

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