Rising from Small Cloud Rain Technique - Chapter 115 - 112: Planting Trees

You think too much, cultivation is not like this…

When Kong Hou steps on the path to cultivation, she learns that all xianxia stories are full of lies.

A relaxed cultivation story.

Kong Hou: a traditional musical instrument like a harp. The female protagonist’s name.

- Description from novelupdates

[Witty and Sarcastic Prosecutor × Brooding and Poison-Tongued Diplomat]Ever since she became a prosecutor, Jiang Tong has been living her comfortable little life. But one day, everything went terribly wrong. Not only was her case dismissed in court, but she also had to deal with a new neighbor who seemed to be nothing but trouble.She was just bringing a little pup home for the night, planning to play some games and relieve her stress, when she saw a complaint letter on her boss's desk. Jiang Tong couldn't bear it any longer and kicked open the neighbor's door, furiously pointing at the man in front of her: “What exactly did I do to provoke or hurt you?”But she didn’t expect to be cornered against the wall. Bo Nan smiled, his eyes full of intensity: “Yes, you hurt me, not planning to take responsibility?”Jiang Tong slowly took out a notebook, flipped through the pages, and said, “Then tell me which number you are, let me check.”Bo Nan: “???”This story is about both parties being devoted, one-on-one, an exhilarating read with a happy ending.

Big Player can't reap without sowing!Have you ever seen a transmigrator forced to risk their life over copying a novel by the system?Have you ever seen a transmigrator who has to endure physical punishment by the system for quoting a famous line from their past life?I just freaking want to make some money, why's it so damn hard!System, do you dare stop messing around? I might be a fake transmigrator for all I know!……

I was nothing. A lowly omega, destined to live in the shadows of stronger wolves. But on the night of my eighteenth birthday, the moon had other plans for me. My mate was an Alpha’s son. The problem? He wasn’t the only one. The Blackwood triplets—Kael, Ronan, and Darian—each bore the same mark that bound them to me.To be Luna, I would have to survive the chaos of three powerful mates, a jealous rival who wanted my place, and a secret buried deep in my bloodline.Because being chosen by the moon was never a gift. It was a curse.