MTL - World of Cultivation - ~ Part one hundred and twenty-one

She is the rising (new) movie queen of the entertainment circle, who is also Beijing’s Ye Family long-lost Second Young Miss. Everyone knows that the Ye Family Eldest Young Miss is the chairman of Fenghai Group; Ye Family Third Young Master is a Major General of the military area; and yet, Ye family wants the second young miss to come back home, but she is just a flower vase (pretty face) of the entertainment industry.

Father doesn’t love her, Mother is not fond of her. However, no one knows that she is merely a vase on the surface. In fact, she is actually the top special agent that gives endless headaches to all international big shots. She, is higher (loftier) than the military industry added together!

But she didn’t imagine that, with one slip, she unexpectedly got bound to a system that draws energy from completing tasks.

From then on, she crossed numerous parallel worlds and rewrote all kinds of miserable lives. Regardless of which world, she lived flourishingly. But she did not expect to attract a mysterious force’s big shot during these tasks…

When she draws the energy to return to the summit of reality, With the body of Ye’s family second miss, she can have whatever she wants​, but the family business can’t accept it. It’s just that it’s not good to have a man who is always behind her, how can she be worthy of the title ‘Top Secret Agent’ given by the international big shots?!

Wait for her to unmask her identity, one by one, it is precisely the time for the Phoenix to overlook the land under the heavens.

One is a mysterious teenager who is frighteningly outstanding. The other is a top agent who is famous all over the world. It’s a love showdown between the strong and the strong.

- Description from Novelupdates

Jin Rou wanted to be a cultivator who defied the heavens, and surpassed all limits.

Unfortunately for him, he died, and now I’m stuck here. Arrogant young masters? Heavenly tribulations? Cultivating for days on end, then getting into life or death battles?

Yeah, no thanks. I’m getting out of here.

In which a transmigrator decides that the only winning move is not to play.

On the day she went to get her marriage certificate, she got dumped! Her love rival pompously gloated about their live with lewd photos. In a fit of anger, she dragged an unmarried middle-aged man into the civil affairs bureau. “Mister, they said I have a flat chest?” “It’s alright as long as I like it.” “...” “Mister, they all said you like fair-skinned curvy and long-legged beautiful women?” “I like flat-chested short-legged women.” “...” He was Jin City’s ruthless and resolute business tycoon. He was cold-blooded and emotionless, yet he doted on his coquettish wife that was ten years his junior! People asked, what is your secret method to doting on your wife?” “Lover her, love her, passionately love her!” “...”

“They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.”(Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.)You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing?The MC who never laughs.Never feels.Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence.He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.”He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.”He never flinches, never laughs, never lives —And you call that strength?Funny.Because to me?That’s just a prison in disguise.You see an “alpha.”I see a boy too scared to feel anything real.While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice,I’m already making the Saintess scream,drenched in sin,halo cracked,legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her.And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control.I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh.I didn’t need to dominate her mind —I freed her heart.But that scares people, doesn’t it?Because readers trust the ones who suffer.Who stay quiet.Who kill without blinking and love without showing it.But me?I flirt.I laugh.I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry.I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness.I weaponize mine.Pleasure. Connection. Laughter.That’s my arsenal.And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves,Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems,I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again.You call that luck?Nah.That’s mastery of the three worlds.Because in a world that respects coldness,I came in hot.Where others manipulate, I connect.Where they posture, I play.Where they sacrifice, I seduce.So go ahead.Call me a simp.But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny,I’m the one making goddesses question theirs —with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets.I’m not the hero.Not the villain.I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.