How Could the Villainous Young Master Be a Saintess? - Chapter 26: Awaken the bloodline! Exciting times!

She fell into a novel.If she can find true love, then she’d be able to have a happy ending.However, after the story reached its end, what greeted her was death.And when she opened her eyes once more, she returned to the very same beginning.She fell in love yet again,But the ending was, still, death.Poison… strangulation… illness… falling… being crushed… burned alive… starved to death…As she welcomed her 117th birthday,Carynne Hare decided to become a mu*derer.

Every novel has a slag character, the one who decides to abandon the protagonist at his lowest, most helpless point, either because he can’t stand the poor guy’s circumstances or for other reasons. But after the protagonist wins his way in life again, they’re the ones who beg with broken sobs to be taken back.

Still, water once spilled can’t be recovered again.

Yet the unlucky Shen Jiayan has been bound to a Water Recovery* System to do just that.

*water recovery – comes from an idiom that means “spilled water can’t be recovered” (English equivalent: there’s no use crying over spilt milk).

- Description from Novelupdates

Above the Great Wilderness, there are many sects, and a hundred schools are in full bloom. Not only the three clans of humans, demons and monsters, but also the four unifications of Buddhism, Demons, Taoism and Confucianism.

Ordinary kid Liang Yan, because of a great change in a heavenly bead, embarked on a turbulent fairy path. Since then, he has experienced ups and downs for several times.

Qingshan flute Ren Pingsheng, a fairy in wine with a gourd and sword!

- Description from novelbuddy

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.