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Is Cultivating Like This Reasonable?

Lord_FattyMaster
[Reasonable Cultivation System]: As long as the host’s cultivation actions are deemed reasonable by the host’s master, the System can distort causality and alter reality, thereby legitimizing those actions. “Alchemy? Isn’t it just grabbing a handful of random weeds and refining them?” “Formations? Isn’t it just throwing a few stones around at random?” “Artifact Refining? Just hammer it a couple of times. Doesn’t that turn it into a divine artifact?” “...” “No way, right? No way. You’re telling me there are actually people who think the way I cultivate is unreasonable?” “Master, is my cultivation progress reasonable?” Ye Ling, who had just torn apart a Lightning Tribulation and forcefully stepped into the Great Ascension Stage, looked at his white-haired, red-eyed master at the Nascent Soul Stage—who appeared pitiful, weak, and utterly helpless—and asked the question. This is a translation of 这样修仙合理吗?. It’s not a fanfiction, but I’m looking for a platform to host the translation, and Webnovel seems like a good option. I don’t expect this novel to rank highly, but please don’t vote for it, as I don’t want it to be mistaken for a fanfiction and potentially frustrate readers who are specifically looking for fanfics. For more chapters, feel free to follow me on p-@-treon. [email protected]/LordFatty (40 Chapters Ahead). You can also follow as a free member to read a few advanced chapters.
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I was Kidnapped for Revenge by a Ruthless Alpha

[MATURE CONTENT] Eighteen years ago, blood stained the halls of the Full Moon Gala. The Vampires came slaughtering nearly every wolf shifter at the gala, including the visiting royal family. Blood drenched the earth, and when the carnage ended. Prince Ambrose, soaked in the screams of his people, he rose from the ashes with a single vow: Blood for blood. Eighteen years later, Ambrose is now Alpha King, ruthless, unyielding, and revered by his pack. But his thirst for vengeance never dulled. His target? Princess Odette. Odette isn’t a delicate doll. She’s fire wrapped in silk. Born of power, and unafraid to destroy. Raised by the very monsters that broke him. Ambrose wants to break her. But this princess doesn't break easily. Captured. Kidnapped. Claimed. The girl he wanted to destroy becomes the woman he can’t stop watching. Touching. Needing. Their bond is dangerous. Twisted. Forbidden. Can love be born of vengeance? What if a terrifying and dangerous threat rises from the shadows? Can a millennia long blood feud be overcome or will they destroy themselves before the enemy even has a chance? Ex: “I missed how you talked back. I can smell the fire burning inside you. Your arousal. It’s strong. Now be a good girl and lie still.” He requested with what sounded like a polite tone but was really just a cover for his sick twisted thrill. “You don’t smell shit from me.” I was getting angry. I know he probably has armed my collar again or I’d throw him across the room and untie myself, give him a piece of my mind. But another part of me. Some twisted sick masochist piece of me wanted to find out how the game was played. He quickly closed the distance between us, reaching to tie the blindfold over me. The minute my vision darkened alarms rang in my head. Every sense was heightened. It was intense and overpowering. “Ever been touched here, by man?” I shook my heads no. He lifted his hand from my skin, and that’s when I realized I’d been holding my breath. He moved to my stomach. “How about here?” I shook my head no. He was driving me crazy, my skin was screaming for more, despite my better judgement, I also wanted more. His warm gentle touch sent a ripple of heat rolling down my back. I desperately wanted to know what yes would mean. My heart was thundering. The pit in my stomach became and ache between my legs. And then hot, soft lips crashed into mine, stealing my breath, it was anything but gentle. It was violent, all consuming, and possessive. Something twisted in me, I opened my mouth like a weak idiot and let him in. Let his tongue explore my mouth. I gave in completely surrendering to him. “You taste far better than I expected.” He sounded almost as breathless as me. I could hear his heart pounding just like mine. He touched my neck next. I nodded yes. Not just because it was true, but because I wanted it. I shouldn’t want it, but I did. Desperately. I wanted to feel the touch of his lips again. And my wish was granted. He bit into my neck softly first and started sucking and kissing on me. A moan escaped me, one I didn’t see coming. The bite at first hurt, but the sucking on my neck eased the pain, sending a jolt of pleasure through me. ***Updates come, but they're slow!***
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