The Earth Is My Dantian - Chapter 838

[WARNING:FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY]This is the story of how I made my own harem with the help of my step-sister.Anyway read 3 chapters yourself than decide yourself, if you wanna go further!!

The mountain village boy accidentally got the fairy gourd, and he rose step by step to cultivate immortality and longevity.

Ripe elixir, mortal flow.

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Sophie Wilson's rebirth brings a clear goal—to win over this 'good cabbage' Charles Seymour.After making her move, she discovers that his methods are a hundred times more sophisticated than hers, and he dotes on her with wild abandon!“Young Master Seymour, what drives you to become a business magnate?” “Building a dowry for my wife.”“Young Master Seymour, it's said your culinary skills surpass even top chefs?” “My wife loves to eat.”“Young Master Seymour, why did you venture into the amusement park industry?” “My wife loves to play.”“Young Master Seymour, how did you develop the most comfortable mattress in the world?”Charles Seymour's gaze darkens: “My wife loves…”Sophie Wilson: “...”Check out my completed works 'The Evil Emperor's Pampering: The Waste Miss,' 'The Noble Lady of the Farming Gate: The Evil King, Let's Farm,' 'The Explosive Medical Princess: The Dark Phoenix King's Fierce Wife,' 'Beast King's Overbearing Love: The World-shocking Elementalist.'

I was sixteen when the gods abandoned me.The Blessing Ritual was supposed to grant me power, a divine gift to carve my future. Instead, I received nothing. No abilities. No hope. Just another nameless soul left to rot in a world ruled by strength.Fine. If the gods wouldn’t bless me, I’d make my own power.For ten years, I clawed my way forward, experimenting with forces no human should touch. I pushed too far—and it killed me.Then I woke up.Sixteen again. Back at the Ritual. But this time, something changed.Time bends at my will. Blood moves when I command it.The gods still won’t acknowledge me, but it doesn’t matter. This world isn’t fair, and I’ve stopped playing by its rules. Faith and Chaos clash in my veins, and I will use them both.They wanted a Chosen Hero, someone to dance to their tune.Well, too bad for them—I’ll carve my own fate.