MTL - Immortal - v7 Chapter 49 Blood Shura

“You’re under me,” Raymond said coldly. “And whether you accept it or not, Candy Chucks—you’re mine now.”He said her full name slowly, deliberately.Candy’s heart slammed against her ribs as his gaze dropped to her lips, dark and unreadable.His hand came to the back of her head, fingers tightening—not to kiss her, but to remind her who held the power.“I’m nobody’s property,” she snapped, jerking away. “Not yours. Not anyone’s.”His lips curved into a dangerous smile.“We’ll see.”____________Candy Chucks’ life ends the day her father sells her to a ruthless mafia lord to settle a deadly debt.Raymond Monster is cold, feared, and unforgiving—and once he claims something, he never lets go.Trapped in his world of violence and power, Candy fights to keep her freedom… until she uncovers a devastating truth about her past—one that proves her entire life was built on lies.Was she ever meant to be free… or was she always his?

In the dog-eat-dog Cultivation Realm, Fang Qingyuan, a disciple of the Beast Taming Sect, holds an ancient Immortal Mansion, yet chooses a path that leaves his fellow sect members dumbfounded—When his fellow sect members are staining Secret Realms with blood to fight for heavenly materials and earthly treasures, he pilots a Profound Turtle Beast ship across rivers, making a fortune by ferrying passengers;When the prodigies of the sect face near-death experiences to subdue ferocious beasts, he uses the Immortal Mansion's spiritual spring to cultivate hallucinogenic vines, secretly monopolizing the Black Market's medicinal herb business;When the Elders are at their wits' end over the beast tides, he has long since established a Myriad Beast Pasture within his Immortal Mansion, secretly hoarding strategic resources and jacking up the prices!“All this fighting and killing is too dangerous! Lying low and making money is the eternal Heavenly Dao! Cultivation isn't about meditating and practicing techniques, it's about understanding human relationships and worldly affairs!”

Hello, everyone. My name is Shen JianGuo. I’m a night school teacher. I mainly teach the subjects of (Marxist) philosophy and ethics. I occasionally review new policies and measures for the students. I never see my colleagues and students during the day. The training institute classrooms are all abandoned schools, hospitals, or houses. The bus number is 444 and it always appears in front of my door at 12 midnight and disappears before 5am.

What? You say I met a ghost? Impossible. As a staunch scientific materialist, I don’t believe ghosts exist in this world.

But recently I’ve had an issue to raise. Can the training institute bring the class time up a little bit? Wouldn’t it be good to start around 8pm? Though I fear nothing on earth or in the heavens, I’m afraid of going bald.

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A recurring nightmare afflicted Khan's nights since the Second Impact. His dreams replayed the scenes of the crash of the Nak's spaceship, an alien race that the humans had defeated five hundred years ago.