MTL - Unbridled Medical Expert Consort: Demon Prince, Be Good - Chapter 1479 Intimate son

Wrongly imprisoned for a crime she did not commit, Ye Qiao was freed from the iron gates that locked her away for seven years with nowhere to go, no one to see, and nothing to move on to following the passing of her husband, who she had never appreciated. The man was part of the Special Forces and had been killed during a mission.

The world is filled with talented people. But, there are many who never possessed that talent. They work hard, but hard work often doesn't give them a good result.

Fu Chen was one of those. He was a mortal, without any talent for cultivation. But, with the help of an strange encounter, he inherited the Strongest Offline Cultivation.

Join Fu Chen's journey where he uses his system, not to be strong but to gain talent. Because he knows the power doesn't come without the sacrifice, so he isn't willing to use his system to gain strength.

Rather, it opened a path for him. A path where he encounters opportunities which he couldn't even dream off before.

Traveling in this path, he finally gets a chance to accomplish his dream but accomplishing his dream was just a part of a bigger goal. It was the mystery behind his system.

Where did it come from? Was he alone? Are there other people with such systems? All of these questions began to pop up in his head and he knows he must find the answers.

After reincarnating as Zhou Xuanji, the prince of an empire, he thought that he would be able to live a worry-free life of luxury. He did not expect to be involved in a rivalry with the Empress herself, who forced him to escape from the palace.

The hearse with the weird odor slowed to a stop before the entrance. The sound of pebbles could be heard bouncing on the ceiling. There were footsteps coming from the corridor, and there seemed to be someone sawing next door. The door knob to the room rattled slightly, and the faucet in the bathroom kept dripping even though it had been screwed shut. There was a rubber ball that rolled on its own underneath the bed. Wet footsteps started to surface one after another on the floor. At 3 am, Chen Ge held a cleaver in his hand as he hid beside the room heater. The call he was trying to make was finally answered. “Landlord, is this what you meant by ‘the house can be a little crowded at night’!?”