Empire Ascension: The Rise of the Fated One - Chapter 48: A Peasant’s Life

He picked her up and took her home, but he couldn't watch her grow up. When they met again, he was a business tycoon who could call the wind and summon the rain. His possessiveness toward her became uncontrollable the moment he saw her again.He had never spoken words of love to her, yet he regarded every man around her as a rival in love.She kept her love for him a secret, but little did she know that he had always had ulterior motives, plotting for her to marry him. After a difficult marriage, the always gentlemanly and elegant man became like a wolf at night, entangling with her.

Luan Bednicker, the youngest son of the “Great House.”But… I have no blessings?“The Failure of the Lord of Blood and Iron”“The Fool of Bednicker”I wandered seeking a place to die, away from the clan’s contempt.But then…“You? You’re my disciple, you little shit.”The greatest of all time.The one unparalleled among men.The perfect superhuman.I became the youngest disciple of Baek Nogwang?

killed by his own family. He wishes for a second lease on life after realising how pathetic he was. Much to his shock his wish is granted and he is given a second chance at life, one he refuses to waste. How will he fair in a world filled with gods and other powerful beings? Gamer fic. Grey mc. Angel.

Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife. The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them. Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties. The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine. Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles. The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era. The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.