MTL - Transmigrate to the ’80s to Be a Stepmother - Chapter 27

Despite gifted with extraordinary talent, I resented my life being cut short.One day, fueled by alcohol, I penned a proposal letter to a princess, hoping to alter my fate.[Sure. I’d love to marry you.]…What? She’s accepting?The problem is, I proposed to all five tyrant princesses.And to make matters worse, I have no clue which one responded.

Jiang Chengxuan accidentally traveled to the world of cultivating immortals, and accidentally obtained the inheritance of cultivating immortals.

However, the aptitude is really low, and he has been practicing hard for a hundred years, but he still cannot be promoted to the foundation building state.

Just when he was disheartened and silently came to a mortal city, ready to end his life here, Goldfinger finally arrived belatedly.

It is detected that the host has achieved the achievement of cultivating immortals for a hundred years, and I hereby reward one longevity fruit, which can increase one’s lifespan by serving it.

The next achievement task is now posted.

Ask the host to clear the level a hundred times. After completing it, you can achieve the achievement of breaking through the level one hundred times, and you can get one chance to successfully clear the level.

Ding!

Ask the host to complete a hundred times of spell practice, and if you achieve it, you can get a jade talisman for the inheritance of the perfect spell.

Ask the host to complete a hundred times of exercise achievements, which can improve the root bone.

Ask the host to complete the achievement of making talismans a hundred times…

Ask the host to complete a hundred enlightenment achievements…

Ask the host to complete a hundred alchemy achievements…

Ask the host to complete a hundred poisoning achievements…

Please host…

Unknowingly, when Jiang Chengxuan heard the prompt from the system again, he was told that there is no achievement worthy of you to complete, because your existence itself is already an achievement that can never be surpassed.

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They say opposite attracts, that's a lie. Opposites kill each other!When a hot blood meets another hot blood, things are bound to get burnt.That is exactly what happens when the pompous and prideful elven princess, Neriah of the Avelah Kingdom is forced to marry the brash dragon Prince, Barak of the Trago Kingdom.Neriah's goal is to someday break away from her marriage and run away with the love of her life, Lyle of the Niles. While Barak will do everything to keep her as a wife.Neriah is certain she's in love with another, but she's also certain that no one can ignite the kind of passion her husband brings. Her husband who she hates more than anything.Can the flames of passion be drawn from hate? Can that same passion burn down the walls of lies, betrayal, and hurt? Can its ashes transcend into love?Excerpt“I am a rose, a beautiful flower, delicate and precious! But you my dear sir are nothing but the thorny stem! Prickly, dangerous and very harmful!” ranted Neriah while poking his chest with her index finger.“Well you seem to forget one important detail, my love.” He calmly grabbed her poking hand.“And what would that be, my fine sir?”“That the thorny stem and the rose grow together. The delicate rose and the prickly thorn, they belong together my dear.”“You—”“And no amount of ranting and raging will change that. You think I want to keep a witch like you? You are a pain in the neck. If I am a thorn then you are a piece of fish bone stuck inside my neck. I cannot swallow and I can not spit it out! I just have to bear it!”“You insolent bastard! Do you mean to say I am a burden!”“Well you are no precious prize, are you?”And that was it, she threw herself at him with her claws ready to mar his face, but he was quicker and he caught both her hands with one of his own and pressed her heaving chest upon his. Golden eyes stared deep into hers. They were as green as the fresh leaves on an orange tree.His fingers caressed her face, “You might not be a precious prize, but by the heavens, you are mine.” And his lips fell on hers, and once again, another argument was drowned.

She, the prime minister’s daughter, was timid and cowardly. Because her engagement fell through, and her reputation was ruined, she was pressured to spill her own blood in the palace hall! Once again opening her eyes, the cowardice had vanished, replaced by coldness, causing others to be intimidated at first glance. Yet no one realized, she was not her.