The King of Hell's Genius Pampered Wife - Chapter 1827: Doctor Rank

As a transmigrator who arrived in a cultivation world, Wang Ping might have been nothing more than an ordinary, lowly Daoist priest, but he possessed a hidden cheat that no one else knew about—Every time he cultivated, he could actually see his own progress bar!Relying on this unique talent, he climbed step by step to become the supreme leader of the Righteous Path, carving out his own legend in this world of immortals.

The end of the world is coming, the world has undergone great changes, and everything has changed. Plants, animals, and even insects, as long as there are living things, have mutated.
Become more powerful, and even evolved supernatural abilities, such as chickens and ducks that can fly to the sky, such as cats and dogs that can breathe fire.
But only humans, without any obvious changes, seem to have fallen from the top of the food chain to the bottom of the food chain overnight.
Any creature that can open its mouth to eat can treat humans as food.
But fortunately, this world has not completely killed humans. Gradually, humans discovered that they had the ability to cultivate compatibility with other creatures.
As long as it has a high degree of compatibility with some powerful mutant creatures, it can be used for its own use to achieve the purpose of protecting itself.
Fang He is a person who is very compatible with mutant animals, but it is also because of his ability that he has changed from the strongest to the stupidest.
Fang He, who was reborn, said, “Hmph, this time…”

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Qi Condensation. Foundation Establishment. Core Formation. In the current world, only these three realms are known to be achievable. Nascent Soul is but a legend and the realms above it lost to the the long river of time. The modern era is known as Cultivation Civilization, a balance of power and civility, excess and moderation. While cultivation remains a secret practice, it has long since exposed itself to the mundane world, quietly intertwined with each facet of society. While the world appears to be at peace, what lies underneath is a conflict between human, cultivator, and demon, brewing for ages and waiting to implode. Yet in the wake of humanity’s rapid industrialization, qi—and consequently cultivation—is dying.

“Block him.”“He's technically still my boss.”“Then block him with dignity.”The call ended again.And then started again.I let out a sound somewhere between a growl and a sob, then finally answered with the enthusiasm of a snail crawling through salt.“Yes, Mr. Walton?”“Have you changed your mind yet?”I collapsed onto the towel and gazed at the sky as though it might consume me entirely if I pleaded sweetly enough.“Do you ever take a break?” I asked, shielding my eyes with one hand.“You're avoiding the question.”“Because it's a dumb question.”He exhaled, the sound sharp and irritated even over phone. “It's not a dumb question. It's a business offer.”“It's a weird offer-one that I already said no to.”There was a brief pause, and I could practically hear him clenching his jaw through the speaker.“You are acting unreasonably.”“ Unreasonable?” I sat up. “I'm not the one drafting fake girlfriend contracts like it's a normal Tuesday.”“Isabella-”“Certainly not, Mr. Walton.” I mimicked his tone perfectly. “I told you I'm not doing it. You need to find someone else to play pretend with.”SYNOPSISIsabella Miller thought saying no to her boss’s fake dating offer was the end of the story.But Adrien Walton doesn’t take no—especially not when he’s convinced she’s a gold digger.Suddenly, her student loans are piling up, her father’s vet clinic is on the brink of eviction and her brother is about to be kicked out of college. Coincidence? She thinks not.Adrien Walton is calm, calculating—and he's just pulled every string to corner Isabella into the perfect position.Now she’s stuck choosing between pride and survival.So she agrees to his offer: be his fake girlfriend.No feelings attached. No drama. Just business.Or so she thought.“Conference Room B. Fifteen minutes,” he said, passing by without a glance.The folder he pushed across the table landed with a thud.I opened it. The contract. All of it.---Enemies to lovers? Check.Slow burn? Hmmnyea.Banter so sharp it might file your nails? Yes.Delicious workplace tension? Of course.Tension that could melt steel?Absolutely.Smut?? Wanna find out?Welcome to corporate romance warfare. There’s no escaping this contract.