Legend of the Great Sage - Chapter 22 - The Secret of the Spiritual Ginseng

[Warning: Mature Content, R18+]Camilla Watson-Veston was left with no choice but to leave her wealthy life behind and raise her son alone as an ordinary employee. A woman filled with rage and anger because of the betrayal of her one true love is indeed very dangerous.When all she could think of was revenge, karma has its funny way of rewarding those worthy with what they deserve. Sometimes not just one, but two or more blessings at once.What will Cammy do if the universe gives her not only two options to consider but three or more?Will she be able to choose which path she should take when nothing seems to be the right one?When freedom costs too much and happiness is hard to reach, will life turn Cammy into bitter from sweet?**********Story Excerpt:“You’re fucking stunning, Cammy, and don’t let anyone make you think otherwise. Your husband’s a fool for letting you go. I’m going to show you exactly what you’ve been missing. Even if it’s just for tonight, I promise you won’t forget me. After this, I’ll be the only man in your mind,” Greg said before capturing her lips in a passionate kiss.Was it wrong to accept it just because she was married, even though the man she was married to had been betraying her time and time again?Her mind let go of logic; she no longer cared if what they were doing was forbidden. She had made up her mind to surrender herself to him completely, letting him do whatever he desired with her tonight.So she whispered, “Turn off the lights…”Greg smirked, knowing the switch was just within reach, but instead of turning the lights off completely, he dimmed them to the faintest glow without removing his gaze from her.“Forgive me, Cammy. I cannot turn it off completely. I want to see your face when I take you to heaven over and over again while you are screaming my name.”Her hands traced his broad, strong chest, feeling its strength and solidity.‘Oh God, I’m touching another man’s body!’ she shouted silently in her mind.Before her courage fully faltered, she felt Greg gripped on her wrist, as he released her lips, and whispered, “Not yet, Ms. beautiful. Let's take it slow… I want you to remember our time together as your best without any regrets. I want you to remember me as the man who made you feel important and wanted.Tonight you're the only woman in my life. The only woman my eyes see and my mind thinks of. You are mine, and mine alone. Do you understand?!”**********A song excerpt that mirrors the emotion of the book.***The song is not mine.***I remember back when we were in loveAnd we followed the fire in our heartsWe moved every mountain we touchedAnd we danced in the light of the starsI know nothing beautiful lastsBut when I get to heaven I'll askTo go back to when we were in love…

Warning: This work contains elements of mature content featuring sex, violence, and gore.

Follow the journey of a wandering drunk swordsman who will punch immortals, kick demons, and cut down gods as he ascends the heavens in search of better women and wine.... hic...

Women, Wine, and Wager

The three most terrible vices a man could possess. Luckily, Duncan was only afflicted with two - women & wine. As an ordinary spirit stone miner, Duncan only cared about earning money to indulge in his two vices.

However, Duncan's fate had a twist in the form of a cantankerous old man who wanted to both reward and punish him in good measure. It leaves Duncan with a rather poor opinion of cultivators in general.

Pulled into the world of cultivation unwittingly, Duncan only cares for three things. His sword, his wine, and his women.

Zong Shou woke up from a dream and realised that he had time traveled back ten thousand years, to an era before the God Emperor was had appeared in the world.

“The Second Cult Leader and the Prophet of the Voodooists died during the Holy War seven years ago.”

Florence Academy was a prestigious clergy academy.

“Now that the Voodooists are considered as a cult, who is the Third Cult Leader, where are they now, and what are they up to?”

Only I knew the answer to this question.

The Third Cult Leader was a freshman at Florence Academy. He was here, standing amongst the others in the auditorium.

How do I know this, you ask?

Because I’m the Cult Leader.

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