MTL - The Special Forces King In The Mountain Village - Chapter 72 Blocked

Host: What is your dream?Lv Xiaobu: To eat and do nothing, to do as I please.Host: Then how did you become the world's richest man?Lv Xiaobu: How would I know? You ask a spendthrift how to make money? Really! I want to go back to sleep.Host: Please don't...Lv Xiaobu: Tip, five thousand.Host: Kneeling and sending off Young Master Xiaobu, may Young Master Xiaobu rule the world forever!Lv Xiaobu: Wahahaha!

After crossing into another world, he became an impostor City Lord, with a domain spanning five hundred miles and a sister who was a national beauty.He also had to revitalize a family that was teetering on the brink of collapse. As a college junior, Lanling felt overwhelmed by the pressure.Endowed with the power of Yao Xing, he could directly devour others' cultivation and claim it as his own. And his sole mission in crossing into this other world was: to destroy it!From City Lord of Tianshui, to the queen's husband, to the World-Ending Demon Emperor, he eventually became the king of the entire world!…Note: I've been in the industry for 12 years, published over a hundred books, and this is my eighth book, all of which are completed. With previous works like 《Nine Yang Sword Saint》 and “Mech Battle Emperor” being bestsellers with tens of thousands of subscriptions, you can read with confidence.

In a time when the Divine Prefectures of the East Sea were in great disarray, Emperor Ye Qing and Donghuang the Great appeared to save the day. Under their rule, the prefectures united and all nations as well as their kings have been controlled. However, the legend of these two great heroes becomes altered when Emperor Ye Qing’s name is wiped from the history books after his sudden death. All statues and images of him were destroyed and his name a taboo. Only the legend of Donghuang the Great shall live on.

Fifteen years later, a young man by the name of Ye Futian begins his journey in search for his true identity. The legend of Futian was going to be one for the history books.

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[Warning: Mature Content]

“Master, are we going to keep what happened last night a secret between us?”

“For how loud you moaned and cried, Qing-er, I think the whole world has already learned all about it, and your concern is irrelevant.”

Yun Qing-er, the only disciple of the legendary immortal swordmaster Bai Ye, has been hiding her feelings for her master for years. Unaccepted by norms and morals, it is the darkest secret that she swears to bury deep within her heart.

But life has other plans. Bai Ye's desire for her burns hot beneath his solemn appearance. He will teach her not only the art of the sword, but also the pleasures of life that she never knew existed before.

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Smut starts at Chapter 17, with a teaser in Chapter 11. A bit softcore at first but will get wilder quickly as the story moves on :)

Note that this is NOT a typical cultivation romance. Immortals and spiritual power and whatnot are all plot devices… You'll see what I mean in just a few chapters!

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[Sneak Peek]

He pinned me against the poplar tree at the center of the garden. A breeze rustled past, stirring the sunlight sparkling through the autumn foliage above us, and a sprinkle of gold fell over his shoulders. “Say you want me,” he whispered.

“Bai Ye—” I breathed, but the rest of my words were replaced by moans the moment he traced his kisses along my neck and took my earlobe into his mouth.

Familiar tingles roared through me as he nibbled and suckled gently. His hand slid up my chest, and he played with my sensations with his lips and tongue and fingers until my arms trembled around him. All other thoughts vanished from my mind. The only thing I knew was the irresistible feeling of him on me, so overwhelming that my knees started growing weak. I would've fallen if he wasn't pinning me hard against the tree.

“Bai Ye …” I moaned again, clawing at his clothes. “Of course I want you … Right here, right now.”

He let out a soft puff of laughter, and his hand grazed down, gripping the folds of my dress. With a rip of fabric, he tore them away.