Reborn as the Crippled King's Beloved - Chapter 480: Can You Draw Me?

In the Canglan Continent, there existed a rule: only those who managed to awaken a Martial Spirit were able to pursue the path of cultivation, and a Martial Spirit’s rank was determined when it was awakened. Born in Linshui City, Qin Nan was a peerless genius who possessed great talents and was highly anticipated to become a great cultivator in the future. However, things changed when he ended up awakening the lowest-grade Martial Spirit, resulting in him being considered trash.

Cao Xin, a young man on earth, died in a car accident, traveled to a troubled world where supplies were scarce, and obtained a “Bronze Immortal Gate”…

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- Description from novelbuddy

Ye Nanqi and Shen Du upgraded from being enemies to love rivals, fighting against each other for the affections of a pure-hearted girl. Except, on the day of the pure-hearted girl’s wedding, they ended up rolling together on the bed, and unexpectedly got married to each other.

After the marriage, the two thought of countless ways to make the other party be the one who asks for divorce, but when Ye Nanqi took on the role of the “bad husband” by bringing up divorce first, his love rival changed his mind.

Shen Du: “Not divorcing.”

Ye Nanqi: “…”

Shen Du: “Not even in death will we part.”

The pure-hearted girl, “???”

The love rivals turning into lovers scene–although it does not have sweet and sticky typical entertaining scenes, lacks gold finger cheats, and the back story is slightly dark and exaggerated–in fact, this story is a tasty big cookie = w =

- Description from Novelupdates

I once believed I was the heroine of a modern fairytale, blessed with beauty, wealth, intelligence, and a powerful legacy. Men adored me, women envied me, and I was engaged to the most desirable man, Cole Fay. My life seemed perfect, a dream where I held the starring role. But on my eighteenth birthday, that illusion crumbled. The truth hit me hard: I wasn’t the protagonist, nor even the villain or a side character. I was just cannon fodder, a disposable part of someone else’s story. But when fate recognized the cruel joke of my life, I was granted a second chance. This time, I’ll write my own story, living for myself. And this time . . . I will never love you again.