Cultivation Struggles of a Lowly Fox - Chapter 393 – Aiko the attractor of troubles

Traveling to a parallel world, Gu Miao became a hard-working animation director.

When he emerged from “Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf” and successively produced many phenomenal and explosive animations such as “Bear Infested”, “Happy Baby”, “Super Beast Armed”, “Guobao Special Attack”, the industry suddenly set off a sensation. There is an upsurge of “traversing themes”.

Facing the reporter’s interview, Gu Miao waved her hands and said confidently: “No one knows time travel better than me!”

Thus, “Digimon” was born…

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Qin Shi saved a child and died. The system gave her three rebirth choices.

1. Transmigrate to the ’60s to be another family’s daughter-in-law.
2. Transmigrate to the ’70s to be an educated youth in the countryside.
3. Transmigrate to the ’80s to be a “stepmother” of three babies.

Qin Shi decisively chose 3. She really can not bear the hardships of the ’60s and ’70s.

At the blind date, Lu Zetian looked serious: “If you don’t want to, I don’t want to drag you down.”

Qin Shi: “I understand.”

Before Lu Zetian could relax his expression, he heard the other party speak again.

“You need someone to take care of the children. I need you to take me out of here. We can get married by agreement.”

“My task is to seriously support and educate the three children to grow up, take care of your food, drink and life, and play the loving husband and wife outside when necessary.”

“And you only need to pay for all the expenses of the family and my salary. Of course, I will give you the account book to ensure that the account is clear and not fake.”

Lu Zetian: “…?”

The three children of the Lu family heard that if they were going to have a stepmother they would not have enough food and clothing, or even be abused.

They made up their minds to show their stepmother that they were not easy to bully.

As a result, the stepmother saluted them seriously as soon as she entered the door, and then gave courtesy in front of them.

“Hello, my name is Qin Shi. I will take care of your daily life in the future. I swear to the chairman that I will treat you fairly, justly and openly. I hope you can cooperate with me and we will live well together.”

Lu family’s 3 children was shocked: ⊙ ﹏ ⊙!?

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Have you ever wondered what would happen if the pinnacle of a Xianxia Cultivation Story appears in the middle of a post-apocalyptic system and tower climbing setting, without having lost her powers, unrestrained, and invincible?Murim, a world of Martial Arts, Cultivation, Brutal Violence, Bloodshed, Vengeance, and where Might Makes Right.Bing Xue spent eleven thousand years in such a world, ascending to become the pinnacle after countless hardships, blood, tears, and sacrificing her own humanity in the process.However, she was incapable of ascending into the Immemorial Primordial Void Realm; incapable of escaping the Heavenly Will's influence, she gambled it all on a single decision, escaping into the Outer Cosmos with her last remaining energies.Despite thinking her long journey was coming to an end, a black hole teleports her back to Earth out of nowhere! However, things on her home planet are much different than before.The Tower now exists, connecting Earth with countless other worlds. Monsters come out of Dimensional Gates, threatening humanity, and awakened people named Players climb the Tower in hopes of saving humanity from destruction.After learning that her mother and her sister are still alive, Bing Xue will use the overwhelming and supreme might she has cultivated for eleven thousand years to destroy the tower, slay the gods that govern it, and save Earth from its untimely demise.The System? She will fold it and make a fashionable scarf with it!The Administrators? They might become her new pets.The Monsters? Nothing but ants that die immediately by merely touching her Immortal Aura.The Hunters? If they behave, she might make them her disciples and teach them to cultivate the Heavenly Dao, so they don’t rely too much on the System.The Hostile Players? Just flies she’ll slap to death with a gentle wave of her hands.And the Gods? Merely aperitives for her ever-growing Divinity!What to expect:-NOT a villain story. OP Returnee from a Xianxia World, she doesn't lose any of her powers. Expect little to no stakes, just awesome showcases of power and a main character that constantly breaks all rules established.-An active main character which will be the main focus and point of view. I dislike passive main characters and I won't give focus to random side characters for dozens of chapters like other OP MC stories do. But there will still be a big cast of colorful characters that will give life to the world, or worlds.-She will be a prideful, arrogant, and ruthless cultivator at the beginning, and will slowly mellow down once she gets used to how Earth society works. However, she takes pride on her own strength and her acomplishments. Though, her love for the people important to her is boundless.-Despite being so strong, she still desires to grow stronger. Our main character will continue cultivating and using the new powers she finds to her advantage. Basic LitRPG Progression combined with Cultivation of the Heavenly Dao and all of that.-Lots of God Slaying.-Girls Love, our Main Character will not actively seek girls, but if the opportunity arises, will not shy away from being with one, or even falling in love. There will be occasional slice-of-life and romantic moments if that's your thing. -Polyamorous Relationships between the main character and many girls. However, it will be more of a side dish rather than the main dish, and I will make sure it doesn't become suffocating to read. Action and Progression are the focus. Nonetheless, a fair warning that there IS romance. And in many ways, and not just traditional ones. After all, some love interests will be from different cultures and worlds. -Ultimately, I am writing this story for my own amusement and fun, so please don't feel offended if something happens that you dislike. I am not writing this story for anybody or for any audience. -Chapters almost every day.My Grammar is not the best, and I am not a native english speaker, so I'm doing my best to improve. I would appreciate anybody pointing out the mistakes.

They say opposite attracts, that's a lie. Opposites kill each other!When a hot blood meets another hot blood, things are bound to get burnt.That is exactly what happens when the pompous and prideful elven princess, Neriah of the Avelah Kingdom is forced to marry the brash dragon Prince, Barak of the Trago Kingdom.Neriah's goal is to someday break away from her marriage and run away with the love of her life, Lyle of the Niles. While Barak will do everything to keep her as a wife.Neriah is certain she's in love with another, but she's also certain that no one can ignite the kind of passion her husband brings. Her husband who she hates more than anything.Can the flames of passion be drawn from hate? Can that same passion burn down the walls of lies, betrayal, and hurt? Can its ashes transcend into love?Excerpt“I am a rose, a beautiful flower, delicate and precious! But you my dear sir are nothing but the thorny stem! Prickly, dangerous and very harmful!” ranted Neriah while poking his chest with her index finger.“Well you seem to forget one important detail, my love.” He calmly grabbed her poking hand.“And what would that be, my fine sir?”“That the thorny stem and the rose grow together. The delicate rose and the prickly thorn, they belong together my dear.”“You—”“And no amount of ranting and raging will change that. You think I want to keep a witch like you? You are a pain in the neck. If I am a thorn then you are a piece of fish bone stuck inside my neck. I cannot swallow and I can not spit it out! I just have to bear it!”“You insolent bastard! Do you mean to say I am a burden!”“Well you are no precious prize, are you?”And that was it, she threw herself at him with her claws ready to mar his face, but he was quicker and he caught both her hands with one of his own and pressed her heaving chest upon his. Golden eyes stared deep into hers. They were as green as the fresh leaves on an orange tree.His fingers caressed her face, “You might not be a precious prize, but by the heavens, you are mine.” And his lips fell on hers, and once again, another argument was drowned.