Qi Cultivation Starting from the Repair Panel - Chapter 530 - 369: Moonlight Immortal Ancestor

The notorious imperial court lackey and the meritorious military general were well-known for their mutual dislike, a pair of arch-enemies set in stone. Who could have foreseen the unexpected change in the winds of heaven: the general injured on the battlefield, both legs disabled, and even forced by the emperor to marry his nemesis.With one marriage edict, two people with mutual hostility are forced to marry and live under the same roof. Yet after these long days together, they come to the realization that this fellow is not truly devoid of any saving grace/unattainable and high out of reach.

Yu curled back to ancient times and became the eldest daughter of the official family.

Does her father love her mother at home?

It doesn’t matter, just eat and drink!

Brother and sister don’t take her seriously?

It’s alright, the bear boy will be fine if he doesn’t obey.

Can’t even eat a stir-fry in ancient times?

Don’t panic, she’s the chef herself.

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Suddenly, a shocking melon burst out in Beijing——

The eldest Miss of the Yu family has a private life with King Lang Jun, and she is pregnant with a child!

The party Yu Weiwei said, rumors! All are rumors!

However, before she could come forward to clarify, an imperial decree descended from the sky to marry her and Prince Lang!

Yu Niaowei was struck by lightning, and her whole body went numb.

Who is Prince Lang?

That is the living King of Hell who holds great power and kills like numbness!

Its vicious name can stop children from crying, and make all officials change their color when they hear it.

Facing the dangerous man walking by, she shivered with fear.

“Hey, I was wrong, I’m actually not pregnant!”

Prince Lang: “It’s okay, it’s too late to get pregnant now.”

Yu curling: ? ? ?

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“They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.”(Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.)You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing?The MC who never laughs.Never feels.Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence.He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.”He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.”He never flinches, never laughs, never lives —And you call that strength?Funny.Because to me?That’s just a prison in disguise.You see an “alpha.”I see a boy too scared to feel anything real.While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice,I’m already making the Saintess scream,drenched in sin,halo cracked,legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her.And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control.I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh.I didn’t need to dominate her mind —I freed her heart.But that scares people, doesn’t it?Because readers trust the ones who suffer.Who stay quiet.Who kill without blinking and love without showing it.But me?I flirt.I laugh.I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry.I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness.I weaponize mine.Pleasure. Connection. Laughter.That’s my arsenal.And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves,Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems,I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again.You call that luck?Nah.That’s mastery of the three worlds.Because in a world that respects coldness,I came in hot.Where others manipulate, I connect.Where they posture, I play.Where they sacrifice, I seduce.So go ahead.Call me a simp.But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny,I’m the one making goddesses question theirs —with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets.I’m not the hero.Not the villain.I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.

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