Daily life of a cultivation judge - Chapter 1233: The sickled stranger

Because of a transmission error, Tan Jinxue, who loves women and loves men, had to embark on a mission journey to conquer the heroines of the world and become the male god of all people.

Heroine No. 1: He is my salvation.
Heroine No. 2: I have seen the vast universe, the most beautiful is the starlight seen on his shoulder.
Heroine No. 3: I would rather die with my spirit and soul, and my body die, as long as it is for him…

As a gold medal salesman in the fast-paced game, Tan Jinxue expressed satisfaction with her performance, and by the way… she also attacked the male protagonists who were poached.

Rival No. 1: You are the only one who matches me.
Rival No. 2: I got 150 points in the test, can I kiss you?
Rival No. 3: If this world does not have you, let it be destroyed.

The one who is loved is always the master of the spirit, but the one who loves loses his soul.
The heroine Su breaks the sky, is an expert at flirting with girls, professionally seduces rivals in love, kills both men and women, without fail!

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- Description from novelbuddy

Every novel has a low IQ supporting female that serves as a foil to the female lead’s good and beautiful sides. She’s the stepping stone on the path of love between the male and female leads, destined to live her life doing stupid things until her tragic end.

One day, all of the villainous supporting females came to their senses. They began to rebel! And quit! For the sake of world order, the System found a human to take their place.

World 1: The female lead risks her life to shield the male lead while the supporting female quakes in a corner (and watches the show)

Male Lead: ?? So you never loved me.

Supporting Female: He finally found out, looks like my job was a success. The end of the year bonus is mine!

Male Lead: ?!

A fun and breezy quick-transmigration story~

- Description from Novelupdates

The king of assassins was reborn, mastering both alchemy and poison. Sitting inside the space, there was a ghost that loved crying.

Buying a sickly boy for a hundred gold coins, becoming the master of half a country for no reason.

On their wedding night. She slightly hooked her jade finger, “Come here.”

The man tried weakly bargaining, “Can I redeem myself?”

“No!”

“Can we wait for the bridal chamber tomorrow?”

She cast a cold gaze, “Give me a reason.”

“I…..My period is here.”

Her head was covered in black lines, “Do you think you would even believe that!”

After four hours——

She weakly said, “I can’t go on anymore, wait until tomorrow.”

The man revealed an evil charming smile and turned her over before pressing down, “Want to run? Too late!”

- Description from Novelupdates

How does it feel to lose your parents at the tender age of four?Imagine the trauma, the psychological scars. Now, take it a step further—what if they died right in front of you?That was Kael’s reality. As a young boy, he watched his parents perish while desperately protecting a golden coin.At the time, Kael had no idea of its significance. He only knew that their deaths were tied to it.Fleeing from his father’s murderers, he was forced to survive on the unforgiving streets, learning to fight, steal, and endure.Twelve years later, he had transformed into one of the deadliest assassins the world had ever known.He had no official title. No known employer. No traceable identity. Just a calling card.They called him The Coin Flipper.Not because he left his mark, but because after every kill—just as the body hit the ground, as the last breath escaped—he would flip a coin.No one knew why. Some believed it was mockery, a cruel reminder that fate had turned against them. Others thought it was ritual.But what they didn’t know was that each coin held power—literal currency of the Core System embedded in Kael’s soul.Every kill earned him millions. Digital fortunes funneled into off-grid accounts with each confirmed target. Blood turned into bounty, pain into profit.And one thing was certain: if you saw the glint of a coin spinning through the air, death had already found you.