Beneath the Red Dragon - Chapter 102 - 51: The Master’s Command

Liu Feng wanted to be a cultivator who defied the heavens, surpassed all limits, and had jade-skinned beauties clamoring around him. He wanted to fight anyone who got in his way, and shatter the arrogance of those young masters!Unfortunately for him, he died, and now I'm stuck here.Jade-like beauties? No thanks, I have an awesome magical energy to study.Young masters? Life and death battles? No, I would rather read some books on cultivation, and master some techniques that clearly don't obey the laws of physics.There is a junior who has trash talent but suddenly started advancing by leaps and bounds? And he seems to be favored by the heavens themselves? Yeah, that has nothing to do with me._____________________Release Schedule: Daily, unless something comes up.Tags and content warnings are mainly to give me creative freedom later on. This is my first novel ever, so go easy on me bruvs. Any feedback is more than welcome, of course.

Sheng Jiaoyang, a human-beautiful, poisonous and scumbag full-level troublemaker, abducted a system, defected to the Space-Time Administration, became a freelancer, and began to happily rule the world in various worlds.

As a result, if they were not careful, everyone became a snake spirit.

The dandy second son on campus, the playful second son of a wealthy group, the dangerous and powerful sea monster, the cold and noble overlord… These are the proud sons of heaven who should have had a smooth life, but they all encountered disaster.

Jiao Yang: “It’s all because of my beauty.”

system:”……”

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The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’!?”