So I Am A Demon Descendent! - Chapter 3: The Energy-Sapping Spirit

With a sword in hand and wine in tow, he roams the martial world; her slender waist is light as a feather in his palm.The young man strides forward with a long blade slung over his shoulder and a flask at his side, yet the world of martial arts he seeks remains elusive.As the chaotic world book turns a new page, decades of relentless nights in the martial world pass by.Suddenly, he looks back and finds he has already shattered the mortal realm.

Breasts are NOT supposed to spontaneously grow for no reason.Women's personalities do NOT flip on their heads without warning. These are two things Tsunade believes wholeheartedly.Until Hinata's embarrassingly large girls begin to expand even bigger than before. Heralding her devolution from a sweet and innocent young lady into a foul-mouthed slut with tits like weather balloons. Tsunade intends to find out why.

Lu Yuan, who traveled through the world of cultivating immortals and obtained the [Skill Panel], is well aware of the dangers of the world of cultivating immortals.

[Sword Control has reached LV.10, please choose an advanced direction…]

[Acquire advanced skills Riding the Wind and Swordsmanship: Double the speed of the sword]

[The Breath Concentration Technique has reached LV.10, please choose the advanced direction…]

[Acquired advanced skills: Tortoise Containing Breath Technique: Doubled the hidden effect of breath]

[Camouflage has reached LV.10, please choose the advanced direction…]

[Acquire advanced skills · Disguise: You can adjust your own facial muscles to achieve a perfect disguise effect]

The so-called cultivating immortals is to live longer than anyone else!

Killing the enemy is not a skill, living has a future!

Running fast, being able to hide, and having an unremarkable appearance… This is how she looks like an immortal emperor!

Lu Yuan: “I only do three things when I come to the world of cultivating immortals… Longevity! Longevity! In the end, it’s the goddamn longevity!”

“Only those who are alive… are worthy of cultivating immortals!!!”

“What, you are talking about ghosts and immortals? A bunch of crooked things, crawl for me!”

Wen Jianliu is a cultivator, because I am too afraid of death, so I have maxed out my life-saving skills!

[Cool Points: Proficiency, Steady Development, Gou Dao, Xian Xia, System]

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Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”