MTL - Heart of Empire - Chapter 527 Blackwood City

If you transmigrate into a cultivation novel, you absolutely have to fight over opportunities with the protagonist! I can’t be Long Aotian, but I can be the female version of him!

Unfortunately, as beautiful of a thought that was, our protagonist was still killed off as a boss by the male lead! Luckily, she reincarnated again and returned to when the male lead was a child! Seeing the little thing, bone thin with a vague hint of domineering flashing on his face, she had two choices:

1. Kill him. See how he’s going to be so overpowered when he’s dead!

2. Take care of him and honorably ask for something in return in the future!

Thinking of the treasures only the male lead could get to, the money crazy her chose to take care of him.

But who would have known that she would accidentally raise this cute and upright little boy into a black-bellied wolf! After he grew up, he used his treasures to seduce her!

“Master, do you want it? Then why don’t you dual cultivate with your disciple?”

Master with tears streaming down her face: If I had known I could get treasures with s*x appeal, why would I have been a boss in my last life!

- Description from Novelupdates

Going for a swim, she ends up in an ancient wild Beast World and ends up being brought home by a handsome wolf.
She wants to stick to the handsome wolf, stock some salt, farm some land, look at some handsome men and grow old like that, but the handsome wolf pounces on her every day.
What? He wants her to have babies?
NO~ NO~ NO~ There is no happy ending to interspecies marriages, hurry and let go of me handsome wolf~

- Description from Novelupdates

Civilization is destroyed and records lost. Only Dudian survives in a cryogenic sleep. Three hundred years later, Dudian wakes up and must become Dean to survive. Who can he trust in this world overrun by monsters without and within?

- Description from Novelupdates

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