The Sword and Heir of Shadows - Chapter 63: Unwavering Dedication.

“I’m very talented, and I get twice the result with half the effort.”

“I am a genius that is rare to see in a hundred years, extraordinary in ten years, and holy in thirty.”

“My blood is against the sky, and I was born to be a king.”

Watching a group of geniuses arguing, Han Xu slowly closed his eyes and basked in the sun before falling asleep.

Diligence, perseverance, talent, resources, and opportunities are indispensable for the cultivation of others.

And he just needs to wait quietly for the skill to download.

A life without cultivation should be so unpretentious and boring.

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After she had transmigrated into the body of an abandoned wife of a little marquis in Ancient China, Su Nuan Nuan, a modern-day food lover was delighted!

Bai Yuxue floated in the world for decades as a soul, and was reborn once.

Excited, she immediately hugged the baby girl in her arms: “I just want to take my daughter to be beautiful alone!”

In difficult times, she lived in poverty and lacked food and clothing. She was an orphan, a widow, and a mother without support. Can anyone step on it?

Don’t be afraid, there is a simulated ranch management space that you bring with you. Move your fingers, make a fortune, and get rich again, and you can’t climb high in the blink of an eye.

Since then, Bai Yuxue has set a small goal for herself: to make her daughter’s daughter fat and happy as quickly as possible.

But, where did this man come from?

Bai Yuxue: “Sir, my man is already dead, don’t try to pretend.”

Someone: “Because I miss you, I borrowed from the King of Hell for another lifetime.”

Through the wind and rain, overcoming thorns and thorns, just to hold you in my arms again.

Bai Yuxue: “Well, let me slow down first.”

Little girl: “I hate you, don’t rob my mother from me!”

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Meredith Carter was once the pride of her pack—until the Lunar Curse marked her as wolfless, unwanted, and a disgrace. Humiliated, abandoned, and rejected by her fated mate, she thought the Moon Goddess had forsaken her.But her curse came with a cruel side effect—wild, uncontrollable pheromones that drove men insane with desire and disgust. A scent so intoxicating, it made her a target.The night she was cast aside when her pheromones spiralled beyond control, Alpha Draven Oatrun—the most feared and untouchable Alpha in the kingdom—claimed her instead.But Draven doesn’t want love. He doesn’t even want her. His reasons for marrying her have nothing to do with fate.Thrust into a world of ruthless politics, deadly enemies, and a mate who sees her as nothing more than a pawn, Meredith must fight to survive, reclaim her dignity, and uncover the secrets behind her curse.Because something is awakening inside her. Something powerful. Something… ancient.And when the truth is revealed, not even Alpha Draven will be able to resist what she becomes.Rejected. Cursed. Desired. Chosen.Will Meredith break free from her fate?Above all, what is this mystical force pushing her to start a war?—Excerpt:“You may have claimed me,” Meredith whispered, her violet eyes burning with defiance, “but you will never own me.”Draven exhaled a low, dangerous laugh. His golden eyes gleamed as he caged her in, his presence suffocating.“Own you?” His voice was velvet and steel. “Little wolf, I don’t need to own you.”He brushed a strand of silver-white hair behind her ear—a touch so light, yet it sent shivers down her spine.“Because whether you like it or not…” His breath ghosted against her skin. “Your body already responds to me.”Meredith clenched her jaw, ignoring the traitorous warmth pooling deep inside her. It was the pheromones. It had to be.“I hate you,” she forced out.“Good,” Draven smirked. Because hate was just another form of obsession.