MTL - Who Doesn’t Like a Sweet Little Alpha? - Chapter 8

Chu Chen brought the temple in his heart to the Dachang Heavenly Dynasty and worshipped the Taoist gate.

Refining alchemy inside, repairing talisman outside;

Reciting sutras and convincing the spirit, fasting ceremony.

Palm thunder method, pinch sword art, step on Yu step, pray for sunshine and rain, call gods to send generals, relieve Erdu people, cut demons and demons…

- Description from novelbuddy

A path of survival, intertwined with the doctrine of both Immortal and Martial Arts, every punch strikes true.In the chaotic world of Martial Arts, power reigns supreme. To survive, Chen Yi exhausted all of his family savings on learning martial arts, only to startlingly discover that the Broken Jade in his mind was also accumulating energy, enabling him to possess the ability to cross into the Immortal Cultivation World.The moment he crossed over, merely inhaling the spiritual energy accelerated his martial arts progression at an astonishing rate.Not to mention the dazzling array of martial methods, pill talismans, arrays, and various cultivation oddities inside, all of them significantly boosted his strength!Since then, Chen Yi, who held sway over two worlds, began his days of striving for upgrades and growth, unknowingly becoming a top-tier existence in both worlds.And later, he found even more astonishingly, that there was such a mysterious connection between these two worlds.

Born and raised in a remote village, Sheila entered the Royal Academy dressed as a man to become the knight of her dreams. However, what awaited her there were only characteristic and beautiful aristocrats. She was able to overcome the prejudice and harassment against commoners, and her natural thickheadedness and good-natured attitude allowed her to gradually gain a place in the school.“What? Only nobles have magical powers? But everyone in our village could use spirit magic.”If the spirit arts that shook the country to its very foundations and her gender were discovered, she’ll be instantly kicked out! Sheila’s tightrope-walking dormitory life began!

[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.

----------------

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!

----------------

[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.