Lord of Winter: Beginning with Daily Intelligence - Chapter 166 - 151: Vital Intelligence Before the Prefect Conference_2

Here, only those with spiritual roots can cultivate while those with mortal roots are destined to stay mortal.

Mo Wuji only has mortal roots, but will he only remain as a mortal?

[Interstellar Beast World • Multiple Mates • Sweet Love • Grouppampering]After a car accident, Ruan Li finds herself in an interstellar future where men are nonexistent and male Beastmen reign supreme. Women are revered as the ultimate treasures, pampered and adored, while the Beastmen earn the living, maintain their dashing looks, and stay fit.Wait, is this the world turned upside down? No, no, no—this is the treatment women deserve. After two decades of being single, Ruan Li is ready to enjoy the perks.She accepts having five husbands the moment she transmigrates, only to find each Beast Husband is more than meets the eye. Once a spoiled and malicious female, she decides to turn over a new leaf and just chill. Yet, her Level 1 Healing Ability upgrades even in her sleep?The silver-haired, half-masked man with white eyes—why does he look so much like her eldest husband? Not sure, need another look.What to do with the foxy beauty at home who’s always trying to climb into bed? Urgent, need advice now!The silly and naive lion always wants to get close. Huh? Why does this handsome and cold gray wolf, comparable to a male model, look like her ex-husband?Ps. Beast Husbands ≥ 5, many one-sided loves, the heroine is not polyamorous. Plenty of tension and love triangles.

Her childhood was forged in shadows, and she was sharpened into a weapon, trained to be a ghost, a killer—an instrument of vengeance. The target: a decorated general who brought down her family.But fate doesn't follow orders.Just as Lara was about to execute her long-planned mission, everything spiraled out of control. A military convoy intercepted her escape route—escorting none other than the general himself. And then came the moment that changed everything.A blinding crash. Screeching tires. Her body was thrown like a ragdoll, then darkness.She had a fleeting recollection of another world, another lifetime where kings ruled the land with an iron fist.But she woke up, and twelve long months had passed. She did not know where she was or who she was. She remembered nothing.They told her different names.A child with trembling hope whispered, “Mommy, your name is Moira Torres.”Her doctor insisted, “Your admission slip says Larissa Reyes.”A hardened general leaned close and commanded, “Remember who you are. Remember your mission.”Then another general—dangerously calm, incredibly familiar—looked at her as if she mattered and asked, “Can I call you Lara?”The name unlocked something buried deep in her soul.Lara Norse Kromwel.Daughter of General Odin Norse.Empress of the First Empire.But the man who watched her most closely dismissed it with cold certainty.“This is the 21st century,” he said. “What nonsense are you spouting? What Empress? You are my woman. You can only be mine!”

The great journey of an ordinary martial artist.“Once your habit is tainted, you have no choice but to live as a dog forever. Do not turn the wolf inside you into a dog.”