A Painting of the Villainess as a Young Lady - Chapter 17

The story is about a man who’s opposed to the now-common practice of implanting false memories, but is one day given memories of a fictional childhood friend. This fabricated happiness torments him, but then, to his surprise, he meets her – a girl who shouldn’t exist.

Bending herself to fall in love with the female master. The straight pipe, writer Ke is bind to the romance system, the task is to love the female masters from each novel she written.

In order to complete the task, she dresses as a vicious female matchmaker, at the expense of her thick face, she approaches the female lord.

However, the female lord just reached out her hand…

Ke Li: Don’t be jealous, I will bend myself!

The female host silently retracted her hand, which was ready to beat someone.

After bending herself….

Ke: The male master can roll

Male Lord: ….

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Jiang Yining was transmigrated to a cultivation world and became the master of the Tianyan Sect.

Unfortunately, the sect was broke and he only had three disciples. Just as everything was about to fall even further apart, he received the Golden Finger.

To make it even more interesting, the Golden Finger was an idle cultivation game that Jiang Yining had played in his previous world.

[Welcome back, long-time player. You will inherit your old account that has been idled for a million years.]

From the game, Jiang Yining could receive martial arts, resources, fates, buildings, skills, and even spiritual roots from checking in and completing quests.

He vowed that he would use the rewards to grow his own sect.

In the world of cultivation existed prestigious families, sects, kingdoms, and even celestial sects. Everyone’s goal was to ascend to a celestial being.

However, years later, Jiang Yining and his Tianyan Sect sat on the Long River and looked down at the people still struggling in the celestial realm.

We’ve come to a world where the roles of men and women have been reversed. So, of course, women will rush to us. “You don’t have to bring water.” “Oh, okay…” …I guess I’ll just have to live the way I always have.