Holding On to My Man - Chapter 107

In the realm of cultivating the nine states, the Taoist court is unified, the aristocratic families are oppressed, the sects are monopolized, and the barriers to Taoism are tight.

The monks at the bottom have no way to practice Buddhism, lack spiritual stones, and have a hard time living.

Ten-year-old Mo Hua was born with a weak body, was born as a Buddhist monk, and came from a poor family.

Even if he practices hard, he may only be a humble ant-like Qi-refining monk throughout his life.

Until a Tao tablet appeared in his sea of ​​consciousness.

You can comprehend the heavenly formations and infinitely enhance your spiritual consciousness.

Ink painting will use the Taoist stele to break down the barriers of Taoism, create supreme spiritual consciousness, fully understand the formations of the Immortal Tao, and strive for the road to immortality…

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“Congratulations! Your divorce process will soon be complete. You can finally be rid of that pervert and go looking for true love. Aren’t you happy?”

“What’s there to be happy about?” As a top-notch female celebrity and popular actress, Luo Ying had always been admired by countless male and female fans alike. After waking up, not only did she have to face the reality of transmigrating into a novel, but she also had to get a divorce from the villain in the novel. Her nightmarish life would soon begin!

In the novel, Luo Ying had feelings for the male lead. After getting a divorce from the villain, she did everything she could to set the female lead up. In the end, the male lead locked her in a mental asylum and tortured her until she died.

Luo Ying shivered at the thought of such an ending. She didn’t want to die young. She wanted to stay alive!

To protect herself, the top-notch actress with a sweet voice began igniting flames of passion in the villain’s heart.

“Honey, I’m tired. Please hug me.”

“Are you sleepy? Do you want me to sing you a lullaby?”

Luo Ying thought she had turned off the livestream camera. Little did she know, it was still on. Her husband picked her up and looked at her gently. The way he coaxed her was broadcast on the livestream. On that very day, the entire internet crashed!

Netizens: Is this the content I’m supposed to see without paying? God, please give me a husband like him. Please give me a wife like her!

Koi Niles has always been alone. Quiet halls and empty lunchtimes are his familiar companions. Grades matter to him; they’re his way out.Ashley Miller owns the school corridors. Captain of the ice hockey team, confident smile, and a name everyone knows. When a class project pairs them together, Connor sees a chance. But Ashley disappears, leaving Connor to carry the weight.Days later, under the harsh lights of Connor’s part-time job, Ashley returns. This time, it’s different. He stands up for Connor, turns the tide against the bullies. A simple act of kindness that feels new and warm.They share moments—short walks, brief talks, the understanding of two worlds colliding. Friendship grows where none was before.But Ashley holds a secret behind those bright eyes. One evening, worry leads Connor to Ashley’s door. What he discovers there changes everything he thought he knew.

Martin was a succubus who perished at the hands of the Sun God, struck down by a single divine arrow during the epic war between gods and demons. Meanwhile, Martin, a Ph.D. in literature and a seasoned movie enthusiast, lost his life in a car accident in August 2023. By some cosmic twist of fate, the souls of the two Martins converged within the chaotic currents of time and space, merging and eventually settling in the body of an eleven-year-old boy named Martin Myers, living in Los Angeles in 1996.A world without spiritual energy? Fortunately, as a succubus, I don’t need spiritual energy to cultivate; all I need is the essence of desire. Emotions—joy, anger, sorrow, and excitement—are all desires. As long as these emotions are directed at me, they can become fuel for my growth. Alright, let’s see what reliable ways exist in this world to stir people’s emotions en masse. Hmm, becoming a writer—sounds promising; and music, that could work too; but wow, Hollywood movies! They have a global reach; this is perfect! What’s that term again? Right—“Idea Recycler.” I’ll start with writing, but the ultimate goal is to become an international movie star. Acting skills, you say? Don’t worry—I’m a succubus, after all!Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to this novel. All characters, settings, and plot elements belong to the original author and copyright holder. This work is shared purely for entertainment purposes, with no intent to infringe on the original creator’s rights.