The Ninth Sister is a Prodigious Beast Master - Chapter 1691 - Propose Marriage

A sweet yet difficult journey to get his ex-wife back.

She had a marriage contract with him. Her father forced him to marry her because she loved him so deeply. However, he didn’t love her and asked her to sign an agreement, according to which they should split the cost of living, have no children and get divorce four year later. She accepted all conditions because she thought that she was able to melt his heart.

However, after three years, nothing changed. He was still as cold as ice. At that time, another woman appeared. She was his co-worker, and she called him “Brother Chen”. Lu Yao gradually discovered that their relationship seemed to be vague.

What was worse, she was unexpectedly pregnant, and she wanted to give birth to their children. As she believed that he would definitely make her have an abortion, she told him that she was going to divorce him.

To her surprise, he refused to leave her and started to treat her with passion like he never did before. He hounded her nearly every day. It seemed that he realized the importance of her only after he was about to lose her.

And he found that she was so charming when she no longer pleased him and started to live her own life.

Everyone said that Yi Qing was the number one Sword Cultivator in the world, with a swordsmanship and cultivation that no one could surpass. Whether it was when he was cultivating in the Lower Realm, or when he was in the Ten Heavens of the Upper Realm, he has always been undefeated.

Qin Yi used to think that cultivation was all about a peaceful mind and the indifference towards fame and wealth. He is ready to abandon all mortal desires and enjoy eternal solitude when he later realizes that he is a human after all, and on the lonely cultivation path, he could really use the warmth of another pair of arms…

Of his companions, the prince wants to rebuild his kingdom; the princess is looking forward to her heroic life; the priestess needs to experience the secular world; the “dumb snake” could use a confidence boost; and his “clubbie” wants a human form.

But would everyone get what they wanted?

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In a normal and average modern world where a prestigious academy nurtures elites in a certain field who are known as ”Supreme“ such as [Supreme Inventor], Allen Walker suffers from being called 'average'. Allen Walker can't accept why he has to be average when a few are fortunate to be born as either a genius or prodigy. After a week of self-loathing, when all of his hope was lost, a sound snap him back to reality, or is it insanity?

Ding!

[A suitable host has been found! Prodigy System at your service!]

Ding!

[Hello darling! Chuu~ Harem Protagonist System at your service! Or do you want my service in bed instead?]

Ding!

[A wild Anti-loner System has appeared!]

Ding!

[Fiction fanatic, praise thee and thou shalt be graced with the Multiverse Traveler System!]

Ding!

...

Before Allen can even choose a system, another too familiar sound harassed his ears.

Ding!

[For achieving a thousand system requests which are a one in a decillion chance to occur, a Supreme Being was forced to use Divine Intervention.]

[Merging all of the thousand systems to create the most versatile and advanced system... Merging complete! Alternate Multiverse Chat Group System has been obtained!]

After accepting the Alternate Multiverse Chat Group System, Allen becomes a prodigy and the Chat Group's Admin and has no choice but to chat with beings from other universes.

Beings with suspicious, delusional, and eccentric names such as [I Love Mathematics], [Lolicon Shota Cultivator With Soul Fetish], [Sword Forge From Chaos], [Self-Proclaimed Genius Goblin Hero], [Reality's Bitch], [Time Manipulator Of The Apocalypse], and [Delusional Modern World Chuunibyou]

The chat group introduces Allen as [Supreme Order] as he chats with the otherworldly beings to find out the secret behind the Alternate Multiverse Chat Group.