Unlocking The Easy Mode Of Cultivation After Getting Married - Chapter 443 - : An identical palace master_1

Lynn embarks on a fantastical journey to a realm reminiscent of medieval Europe, yet infused with extraordinary magical abilities. Here, the very fabric of reality is governed by the enigmatic theory of magic, which harnesses and manipulates fundamental particles.

In this world, wizards, who are essentially scientific spell casters, find themselves locked in a relentless battle against the oppressive Church.

However, when Lynn arrives, a harbinger of an otherworldly Renaissance, the tides of change are set in motion, unveiling a thrilling tale of discovery, intrigue, and the struggle for enlightenment.

After 10,000 years of intense, solitary cultivation inside the Immortal Palace, Ancestor Li Shen finally steps outside —only to realize the world has changed, his sect is broke, and the juniors are clueless.Naturally, he does what any enlightened master would do:He starts throwing spirit stones at the problem.Need cultivation pills? Buy them in bulk.Sect disciples weak? Dump divine weapons on them like party favors.Enemy sects causing trouble? Bribe their ancestors into early retirement.Soon, Li Shen isn’t just revered as the most powerful being alive —he’s the richest, loudest, and most dramatically dressed cultivator to ever walk the continent.With a golden flying palace shaped like a reclining dragon and a pet phoenix that doubles as a chef, Li Shen’s new path to immortality is paved with cash, chaos, and really questionable decision-making.Will he reach true enlightenment?Will the Heavens finally notice him and file a noise complaint?Find out in this completely serious tale of wealth, wisdom, and way too many spirit stones.

She was one of the best assassins of the modern world; a sly, black belly, cutely stupid woman. She passed through into a mysterious world and into the body of a trash young girl that everyone brutally reviled. Idiot and ugly, they don’t know that she was a Seven Element Elementalist with a Dual Cultivation Body. Various Spirit Beasts and Devil Beasts would rush to make a contract with her. See how she plays the world at the ends of her fingertips and exact revenge on the people who made her life a living hell.

Just who is this bewitching villain?

Hey! I’m going to talk to you about something! I am not just a bewitching villain, I am your soon to be husband!

The woman roared: Who wants you to be my husband?

Bewitching Villain: Well, if you don’t want me to become your future husband, then why don’t you become my future wife instead?”

This world is nothing without you. How could you leave me alone? Even if you reincarnate a millennium later, I will still be here waiting for you.

He was a tyrannical emperor born between the heavens and earth thousands of years ago. He did not hesitate to defy the world, to turn the world upside down, to expend his Spiritual Force only for her to reincarnate.

He was the Demon Emperor born between the heavens and earth, Just so she can reincarnate, he fell into a deep, profound slumber, “Little Zi’er, as long as you live, even if it costs my life, I will do it for you. Just to know that you live, would make my wounded heart……whole.”

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It's simple. A vengeful wildfire of a woman. A tyrant who begs to be burned.When Aria crashes into Kael’s empire, hellbent on making him pay for taking her job away, she’s met not with defiance—but a dare. “You want revenge?” he taunts, voice dripping with dark invitation.“Then ruin me. Take your pound of flesh exactly where it hurts.” His proposition is a trap laced with sin: As expected he calls the shots in his bed, her contempt is his twisted aphrodisiac.“Hate me until your hands shake,” he growls. “But do it on top of me, where I can watch you savor every cut.”Their arrangement is a collision of dominance and delirium. Aria wields her fury like a blade, determined to break him. Kael? He thrives under her wrath, goading her darker, deeper, hungrier.But vengeance turns slippery when every command she hisses ignites his obedience, and every cold glare melts into bruising kisses. Soon, the bed becomes a battleground—her nails carving victory into his skin, his whispers a serpent’s promise: “Chain me with your rage, darling. I’ll still come back for more.”The rules are simple: No mercy. No surrender. But as their games spiral into something ravenous, who’s destroying whom? And when hatred burns this hot, what’s left when the ashes cool?