MTL - My Wife Is the Martial Alliance Head - Chapter 1699 Impossible

Lan Hengsheng was once the pride of the Lan Clan, a child prodigy with limitless potential—until his fifth birthday changed everything.Declared spirit coreless, he was abandoned by those who once praised him, dismissed as a mortal in a world ruled by cultivators. His so-called friends turned their backs on him, and the clan that once held him in high regard saw him as nothing more than a disappointment.But Hengsheng holds a secret—one that defies the natural laws of this world.Ding![Make a wish] He wished for everything! With the ability to create a system, he doesn’t need talent. He doesn’t need fate’s blessing. He can program his own path to immortality.Why struggle for enlightenment when he can create a Cultivation Optimization System?Why waste decades training when he can install a Time Acceleration System?Why risk his life searching for treasures when he can develop an Auto-Farming System?While other cultivators beg the heavens for guidance, Hengsheng writes his own cultivation manual.Armed with his cheat-like power, he will challenge geniuses, reshape sects, and rewrite the very foundation of cultivation itself.The strongest cultivator is a system maker!

When Shen Zhifan awoke, he had become the nation’s male god.

The type of male god that everyone in the world, crying and shouting, wants to marry.

However, because the General (who lives next door) has a fiancee who fell in love with Shen Zhifan, the General absolutely hates him.

Shen Zhifan, who has always thought of the General as his male god, was crushed.

*My Male God has become my rival in love. Every day his ice-cube face looks like he desperately wants to hack me to death.*

*Esteemed General, I don’t even have a sliver of affection for your fiancee. I’ve long given up any hope of love – right now, I just want to get rich.*

Luckily, the General’s cat really likes him, and always wants to……climb into his bed.

Ice-cube face, damn mensao, cat General gong x very good-looking shou

The gong’s cat form is a Blue Ragdoll Cat, his cat form is so devastatingly gorgeous that if you don’t buy him you’re not human.

Sweetness is justice. Both sides are secretly in love. Senselessly sweet. Logic is dead, please don’t be too confused.

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In his first year, Ning Chen transmigrated and joined the Qinglian Sect as the disciple of Sect Master Liu Ruyan.By the third year, he awakened the Supreme Chongyang Sacred Physique.That same year, Liu Ruyan schemed against him, imprisoning him in the deepest part of the Qinglian Sect’s Demon-Locking Prison, where he was used as a furnace for nightly essence extraction.From that moment, Qinglian Sect’s strength skyrocketed.A hundred years later, Sect Master Liu Ruyan advanced to the Nascent Soul stage, becoming the youngest cultivator on the continent to achieve that realm.A thousand years later, Qinglian Sect transformed into an all-female sect. Among its disciples, nine stood out the most—peerless prodigies known as the “Nine Radiances of Qinglian.”Three thousand years later, Liu Ruyan transcended the Tribulation Stage, attaining immortality. From then on, Qinglian Sect became the ultimate holy land for female cultivators.After ten thousand years under the Great Xia Dynasty, the entire Qinglian Holy Land—composed solely of female cultivators—ascended as one.Rumors spread that a divine entity was nurtured in the deepest layer of the Demon-Locking Prison.Every woman who ventured there emerged completely transformed.The female cultivators of Qinglian Sect whispered among themselves: “Mmm, Senior Brother really is… enormous.”Feilu Novel Network Reminder: This novel and its characters are purely fictional. Any resemblance to real persons or events is purely coincidental. Do not attempt to imitate.

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. “Where are we?” “What happened?” “I thought I died!” Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room.As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. “I remember... I was stabbed...” ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. “I... I died in a plane crash,” muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor.Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last.“I got shot... I remember it vividly,” he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. “So how am I still here?” The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories.With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. “This... this seems familiar,” he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings.As the words “pairs, pairs, pairs” echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. “It can't be... don't tell me...” he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions.Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation.The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting.“I never expected anyone to notice me,” the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. “I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?”Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. “Eh... Ethan Rivers,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia.“Greetings, lost souls,” Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. “I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life.”As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, “This it bad, really bad.”