Spirit Cultivation - Chapter 523 Hidden Realm

What secrets are hidden within the noble descendant who has returned from exile? The chaotic and ever-changing continent of Vastness engulfs Komer, dragging him into a sea of treacherous currents. His weary soul, battered by countless setbacks, has grown tired of the turmoil of emotions. Will he pursue the coveted power and influence of the secular world, or will he explore the endless magical mysteries of the dark realm? Where will his path lead him?The rise of the weak, orcs, mages, undead, dragons, barbarians is coming—we all take turns on the stage. Let's see who will emerge as the ultimate victor!

One of the top expert killers, tired of endless assassinations and having survived a cruel and suppressed life, decided to escape the world’s strictest assassin organization.

When he found out that he was in the world of a female cultivator’s novel and was still a cannon fodder, Fang Jinyu began the process of self-rescue like walking on thin ice.

until he sees…

[Today is a day to shovel shit]

[Refining to get a face value +1]

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【Today is a day of practice but nothing gained】

[Refining to gain insight +1]

- Description from novelbuddy

It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?