Complete Martial Arts Attributes - Chapter 2296 - Typical of Bullying the Weak and Fearing the Strong! (1)

Transmigrating into a Cultivation World full of crises, Shi Nian just wants to lie flat and survive until she dies of old age.However...Why do the fellow disciples around her all seem a bit off?The aloof senior sister is a vicious supporting female character, and in the end, her own partner extracts her soul and peels her bones just to save a mortal woman.The gentle second senior brother is a tragic character; his childhood sweetheart fiancée claims she and a poor boy are true love, and eventually, that poor boy breaks in and cripples second senior brother's cultivation.The cold third senior brother is obsessed with swordsmanship and has eyes only for that, but the female lead clings to him obsessively, saying she loves only him. The male lead is jealous because of this, and third senior brother is schemed against and dies pierced by thousands of arrows.The kind junior sister saves a tiger demon, who professes admiration for her, but in the blink of an eye, throws her into the Abyss for the sake of the female lead, causing her to fall into demonhood, ultimately dying tragically under the Righteous sword.Shi Nian is shocked to realize she has transmigrated into four books at once.And all her fellow disciples are the villains in the books...When a group of protagonists righteously come knocking on the door.Shi Nian, who has been lying flat all this time, suddenly realizes.Huh?When did she become invincible?

“Gu Hangshen! Your sister stole my man, and you helped her do it! Your whole family is rotten!”“Whatever my sister owes you, I'll compensate you.”“And what will you compensate me with?”“Me.”“...”Later, he not only gave himself up as compensation, but he also came with a clingy little bundle of joy...

In order to live he must get close to girls, what kind of rule is this? Tang Zheng possess the Nine Yang Saint Body, a rare body constitution that is hard to come across within a millennium, yet he must absorb pure Yin energy to stay alive. In order to live, he will fight! Absolute campus belles, goddess teachers, charming housewives, haughty lolis… all kinds of woman walk into his life causing him to be surrounded by beauties!

Three rejections. Three shattered dreams. That was Layla’s reality, all because she was different—a half-shifter in a world obsessed with purity. Ostracized, shunned, and finally sold off like a pawn to the most feared ruler alive—the Lycan King. He was ruthless, a king with a graveyard of brides, each one a ghostly reminder of a fate worse than death.Layla loathed him. Hated the way his gaze cold and fathomless, held no warmth for her. Hated how his touch, both thrilling and terrifying, sent an uninvited chill down her spine.---“I hate you!” I screamed, hands clenched so tight my knuckles ached.He sighed, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips, his tone mocking as he closed his book with a deliberate snap. “Stressed, are we?” he asked, strolling toward me, each step reminding me exactly who held the power here.“Lucky for you,” he drawled, rolling up his sleeves as he stopped just inches away, “I know exactly 70 ways to ease those nerves.” His fingers brushed my cheek, a touch that seemed to burn into my skin. “The first… a hug.” His voice dropped to a rough whisper as he leaned in, breath hot against my ear. “And the rest... well, that's 69? what do you say about that?”I swallowed hard, my heart thudding wildly as he tilted his head, waiting for me to react, that insufferable smirk still in place.“What’s the matter, darling?” he murmured, a taunt lingering in his gaze.---A Dangerous ObsessionCan she resist the pull, or will she dance into the flames of her own destruction?A dark dive into obsession, raw need, and the razor’s edge between desire and devastation.---LYCAN KING CASSIANI will tear her apart piece by piece, feeding the wildfire that grips her with each shuddered breath. Like air to flame, I’ll claim every inch, drawing heat from her skin until it sinks into her bones.Her pulse will race under my hands, her breaths shallow, pleading. Her eyes may scream, but her lips will still murmur my name. That first taste of fear will only feed something deeper—a need that burns through her veins, molten and fierce.And just when she’s too far gone to turn back, I’ll twist the knife, giving her the pain she’s learned to crave.She’ll be the moth to my flame, helpless against the very thing that will consume her.