Strongest Necromancer Of Heaven's Gate - Chapter 1191 Lux’s First Child

Qin Tian accidentally transmigrated into a sickly body, a body with broken Dantian that was unable to practice Qigong, in another world. Fortunately, God had mercy on him by giving him a level up system. Useless? That was him in the past. Not worrying about practicing Qigong, he was now able to kill Monsters to level up. Easy! Level up when killing Monsters; level up when killing people. An unbeatable sovereign of the clan in the eyes of other people, but in his eyes, he is a glittering big BOSS.

*WARNING: Minor Girls and boys should stay away!*When an introverted nobody meets an untimely and embarrassing end in his bathroom, his journey doesn’t end there.Reincarnated in an urban world as a father, he finds out his son is destined Heavenly Child —a young man blessed by the heavens with unimaginable fate—he’s thrust into a life filled with fame, power, riches, and women. But this isn’t a typical shit story.While many 'noobie' seems like the main character in a classic hero’s tale, 'Alex' our reincarnated middleman decides to forge his own path.Navigating the intricate webs of powerful families, he reshapes his fate using sharp wit, newfound confidence, and an unexpected advantage to pursue everything he’s ever dreamed of.But why does his son, blessed with unimaginable potential, live as a son-in-law to a third-rate family? As mysteries unfold, revelations of magic, cultivation, and an impending apocalypse emerge. And why a daughter? How will she fit into this intricate web of destiny?Note/Warning:This novel is entirely fictional. Events, characters, and settings are not based on the real world and will evolve according to reader wishes. Expect updates a minimum of 4 chapters per week (unless the author decides otherwise).Join a tale of ambition, power, and family dynamics in a world where the lines between protagonist and supporting characters blur. Who will truly claim the throne of destiny?

The iron widow, the spider widow, male hunter, the witch of Neuwanstein castle, the embarrassment of noble ladies…….

[Warning: Mature Content]

“Master, are we going to keep what happened last night a secret between us?”

“For how loud you moaned and cried, Qing-er, I think the whole world has already learned all about it, and your concern is irrelevant.”

Yun Qing-er, the only disciple of the legendary immortal swordmaster Bai Ye, has been hiding her feelings for her master for years. Unaccepted by norms and morals, it is the darkest secret that she swears to bury deep within her heart.

But life has other plans. Bai Ye's desire for her burns hot beneath his solemn appearance. He will teach her not only the art of the sword, but also the pleasures of life that she never knew existed before.

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Smut starts at Chapter 17, with a teaser in Chapter 11. A bit softcore at first but will get wilder quickly as the story moves on :)

Note that this is NOT a typical cultivation romance. Immortals and spiritual power and whatnot are all plot devices… You'll see what I mean in just a few chapters!

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[Sneak Peek]

He pinned me against the poplar tree at the center of the garden. A breeze rustled past, stirring the sunlight sparkling through the autumn foliage above us, and a sprinkle of gold fell over his shoulders. “Say you want me,” he whispered.

“Bai Ye—” I breathed, but the rest of my words were replaced by moans the moment he traced his kisses along my neck and took my earlobe into his mouth.

Familiar tingles roared through me as he nibbled and suckled gently. His hand slid up my chest, and he played with my sensations with his lips and tongue and fingers until my arms trembled around him. All other thoughts vanished from my mind. The only thing I knew was the irresistible feeling of him on me, so overwhelming that my knees started growing weak. I would've fallen if he wasn't pinning me hard against the tree.

“Bai Ye …” I moaned again, clawing at his clothes. “Of course I want you … Right here, right now.”

He let out a soft puff of laughter, and his hand grazed down, gripping the folds of my dress. With a rip of fabric, he tore them away.