Card Apprentice Daily Log - Chapter 1679 Pixie Dust

On her wedding night, Mingmei had a dream.She dreamed of a “Book of Life”.And the protagonist of this book was her mother-in-law, who would bump her head and faint the next morning, only to wake up reborn.Apparently, her mother-in-law had returned from fifty years in the future. She had witnessed the changes of the era and experienced social development. With this rebirth, she intended to ride the wave of the times, work hard, and lead the whole family towards glory. (Take this with a grain of salt)Of course,Along the way, she planned to reform the little troublemakers in the family, deal with the big troublemakers in the courtyard house, and let them feel the iron fist of justice as a side task. (This part is true)Mingmei, the young daughter-in-law who had vaguely heard herself described as “a lazy, gluttonous, good-for-nothing”, bit her blanket and whimpered.What should she do?Bang!A sound came from the outer room.Mingmei: Here it comes! Her mother-in-law has been reborn!Reading Guide:1: Dual female protagonists: Protagonist One: The reborn mother-in-law, Zhao Guihua; Protagonist Two: Mingmei, the young daughter-in-law who can see the future in her dreams.2: A slice-of-life story about a working-class family in an old Beijing courtyard house, featuring an ensemble cast.

When the rifts between worlds opened, countless monsters flooded through, engulfing human cities and plunging the world into chaos. Faced with this apocalyptic crisis, humanity was forced into a new era where every individual had to choose a profession. Nations now compete to cultivate elite practitioners, striving for supremacy in the rankings of alternate world conquests.But as the world teeters on the brink, the first and greatest champion awakens after a million years of slumber—armed with untold buff amassed from his millennia of AFK grinding.The bosses of the otherworld tremble in fear. Global T0-ranked powerhouses bow down, offering their loyalty...[Disclaimer: Here countries fight against each other and this is adapted into a Manhua.][Schedule: 2 Chapters/Day]

«Abbot Xinzi, by decree of the Celestial Grandmaster, hunt down the protagonists, snatch their women and destroy their destiny!»

In a world where demons walk among men and mystical beasts run amok, Xinzi, outer disciple of the White Immortal sect, must compete against his peerless senior brother to become the Sword Fairy’s dual cultivation partner. Failure isn’t an option.

But when the truth of his mysterious past resurfaces, and his identity clashes with the succeeding protagonists, will our monk hold on to the last embers of his humanity or sink…into utter depravity?

Follow Xinzi as he subdues the succeeding protagonists, corrupts their beauties, and bestows green hats on the path to attain Sainthood and establish a Paradise of Faith in Debauchery.

“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.