The Return of the Iron-blood Sword Hound - Chapter 491: Running Hounds (4)

“Sect Master! Marry me!”If only things were that simple.Fang Yuan lets out a long sigh, eyes fixed on the mountain of paperwork threatening to swallow his desk and his soul.As the youngest family head in history, you’d think he’d be enjoying fame, fortune, and fawning admirers.Instead, he’s buried in bureaucracy, stuck mediating elder disputes, and wondering if the sect treasury mysteriously eats spirit stones.Sure, the old geezers have their experience, their beards, and their lofty reputations.But Fang Yuan? He has one thing they don’t: raw, unshakable power.Born into a world where innate talent reigns supreme, Fang Yuan—a transmigrator armed with modern grit—actually managed the impossible: he clawed his way to the top with nothing but relentless hard work.While everyone else coasted on heavenly bloodlines and golden physiques, he trained, he studied, and he schemed.Now, he’s strong enough to bend heaven’s will.But cultivation isn’t all sword beams and glory.Life as a family head comes with its own set of woes—namely, watching his annoyingly handsome junior brother collect all the female attention like some kind of walking romance novel.“This isn’t fair,” Fang Yuan mutters under his breath, stamping another scroll. “I’m the protagonist here... right?”

Just as Li Meirong thought her life couldn't get any worse, she transmigrated into an abused body of a servant girl being sold at a brothel in a completely different world.

To [Player]: This is the mystery of life, the journey of all things.You will become stronger, transform into superheroes, and possibly even touch the power of divinity. However, if you fail, death awaits you.For you have already stepped into the highest Sequence of the Evolution Game!“Isn't this making things difficult for Darwin?” Li Changhe muttered as he watched the [Player] arriving in the distance: “And giving Newton a hard time as well.”Fervent passion flows, don't spread hate if you dislike it

A tribulation lightning strike allowed her to be reborn with a mutated space. Parents are deceased, but not to worry, she has an agricultural expert grandfather. People bully her, but that's no problem, as she is a cultivator. The space is barren except for a single broken sapling that only consumes precious metals. The sapling indignantly asked: Others eat grass and give milk, what about you? The little immortal sapling spat and said: Here, remember to exchange it for some RMB.