The Billionaire's New Wife in Chief - Chapter 21 It was you who proposed marriage before

In a world ruled by strength and chaos, a soul from modern Earth awakens in the frail body of a seven-year-old Sakazuki. Orphaned by pirates and left with nothing but a burning hatred, he refuses to remain weak. With knowledge from his past life and the power of the Magma Magma Fruit, he begins his ruthless ascent through the ranks of the Marines.But justice is not so simple. Corruption festers within the very institution meant to uphold order, and the line between protector and tyrant blurs with every battle. Undeterred, Sakazuki will forge his own path—one paved with fire and blood.From a vengeful child to the most feared force in the Marines, witness the rise of a man who will set the seas ablaze and redefine what it means to bring order to a chaotic world.

[Longevity + Discipleship + No Female Lead + Lighthearted Humor with No Tragic Moments]When his master picks food, he spins the table there;When his master chants spells, he chats without a care;When his master takes rest, he sings a lively song;When his master lies late, he bangs the pot along;His master lives on long, but his life is rather short;His master lays him down on the hillside, as a sort;His master lifts a cup, but he won’t take a drink;His master shares a tale, but he won’t stop to think;His master holds a feast, but he leaves the table wide;His master calls his soul, but he’s nowhere to abide.Spring returns to the hills, with blooms so bright and fair,Yet master and disciple are parted, one in heaven, one elsewhere.

Dual Cultivation is an art. The more you focus on doing the art, the worse it becomes. Only when doing it becomes part of the art itself, does one truly experience it to its fullest.

The dojo is located in Yunzhong Mountain, and there are halls and fields.

Sitting under the ginkgo tree in leisure time, looking at the dust and clouds in the distance,

Hoe the ground and listen to the sound of springs, forge swords by the fire,

Food and clothing are up to oneself and God,

I don’t know the end of the cold year;

When the robbery comes, you have to go to the lower reaches of the mountain to watch the bitterness and sweetness of the world.

It’s hard to keep injustice in your eyes, and you don’t like to show it in front of others.

The gourd of wine at the waist is deep, and the light of the sword behind the back is cold,

Not for fame, not for money,

Be a free spirit.

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