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When Vincent Ashford hung up on me, I was being cornered by a strange man at a street corner with no lights. Rain poured down in sheets. I clutched my phone with its last sliver of battery and heard the music from the bar on the other end, a woman’s laughter, and his impatient words: "Stop making a scene." In that moment, I finally understood： The engagement between the Adams and Ashford families, envied by everyone in the capital, had never been my shelter. It was my cage. Everyone believed I would never dare call it off. But they didn't know that on that storm-soaked night, Vincent's uncle, Julian Ashford—the cold, restrained man everyone whispered about—came through the rain and saved me. He was the true power behind the Ashford family, a business titan who could overturn fortunes with a single decision. And no one knew he had loved me in silence for fifteen years. When I resolved to tear up the engagement, he came to me first beneath the moonlight, his voice steady and impossible to refuse. "The Ashford family has more than Vincent Ashford." "I'll be the one to fulfill this engagement." The night the news was announced, Vincent called me drunk, crying and begging me to take him back. Julian leaned against the headboard, half-dressed, his fingers idly winding through my hair. His low voice carried an unmistakable possessiveness as he spoke into the phone. "Nephew, it's late. Don't disturb your aunt's rest." Only then did I realize the truth： Our meeting that rainy night had never been an accident. It was his long-planned devotion, coming for me at last.

In her previous life, Evelyn Hartwell only saw everyone's true faces when she was on her deathbed. The adopted son she had doted on with all her heart turned out to be her husband's illegitimate child hidden for years. Her entire marriage and half a lifetime of devotion were nothing but a scheme by her husband to pave the way for his first love. When she opened her eyes again, she had returned to the moment when the Hartwell and Caldwell families discovered their babies had been switched. As the real heiress returning to the Hartwell family, she was forced by her biological parents to marry Regiment Commander Blackwood—a vegetative man paralyzed in bed—in place of the adopted daughter for good luck. Once, she had starved herself and fought desperately against this marriage for that scumbag ex-husband, refusing until death. In the end, it led to her family's ruin and her own miserable death. Now completely awakened, Evelyn Hartwell dropped all pretenses entirely. To hell with familial bonds! To hell with love! She wanted none of it! She emptied every last cent from the Hartwell family's wealth without hesitation and accepted this luck-bringing marriage. She'd rather be a wealthy widow than repeat history! Who would have thought that this unwanted, useless bride would be spoiled rotten by everyone in the Blackwood family? Even more absurd—the vegetative husband destined to die in her previous life miraculously woke up! Evelyn Hartwell asked softly: "Um... is it still too late to get a divorce?" Sterling Blackwood chuckled hoarsely: "Wife... what do you think?"

Catherine Whitmore woke up inside a period-era novel as the capitalist family's seventh daughter—born of a concubine—and discovered she'd been swapped into a marriage the moment she opened her eyes. “The childhood betrothal to the He family in Liaoning—Laner's health is too delicate for the northern cold, so you'll take her place.” Catherine massaged her throbbing temples; after digesting the original host's memories, she smiled. In the original plot, the very day the girl reached Liaoning her so-called fiancé Harrison Blackwood married someone else The original host was forced to wed a groom, her dowry stolen, and finally framed for treason—she dashed her head against the He ancestral shrine and died. But this life she had someone else in mind. “Mother is right.” Catherine signed obediently, then slipped straight into the Shen family vault That night every brick of the Shen century-old hoard was hauled away until only load-bearing walls remained—even the gold bars tucked behind ancestors' tablets vanished into thin air. Then she hopped on the north-bound train; in its window glass glinted her icy smile: “I'm not going to marry—I'm going to be their ancestor.” Three days later at He's gate Harrison wrapped an arm around his new bride and sneered at Catherine: “Catherine Whitmore, even if you knelt and begged I wouldn't marry a woman like—” Before he could finish, a military jeep screeched beside them The door swung open; army boots hit dirt; epaulettes carried cold stars of rank. The man peeled off white gloves, pulled Catherine into his arms before everyone, and swept his frigid gaze over gaping Harrison: “Didn't your father teach you greeting your elders?” “Say hello—little aunt.”

In her previous life, the true daughter of a prestigious compound family, Serena Langford, had her lifelong fortune stolen by a hypocritical foster sister. She suffered a brutal betrayal at the hands of her fiancé and foster sister, who conspired to have her kidneys and heart harvested while she lay conscious on a cold operating table, dying in agony. In her final moments, consumed by hatred, she poisoned the scumbag man, the vile woman, and their child—dragging all her enemies down to hell with her! Reborn in an instant, she returned to the very beginning of her tragedy. This time around, Serena Langford was ruthless and vindictive—a specialist in dealing with all manner of despicable villains! Her hypocritical foster sister put on an innocent act to scheme against her? She exposed that ugly facade on the spot, driving the foster sister to ruin and disgrace—paying back every cruelty tenfold! Her biased grandmother mistreated her and threatened to marry her off to some old bachelor? She struck back immediately—shipping that malicious old hag straight to a psychiatric ward! Her cruel scumbag father and vicious stepmother had swapped out and trafficked away her biological brother from their mother's side, stealing everything from her? She reported them without hesitation—sending that black-hearted couple straight to prison! Her indifferent second brother spewed venomous words while his wife aided his tyranny? She reported them one by one—stripping them of dignity until their families were destroyed and thoroughly reformed! Everyone who wronged or harmed her—she left none behind, settling accounts layer by layer without mercy! After crushing every despicable soul in sight, Serena Langford unlocked a portable spiritual spring space. Ruthlessly emptying out every asset from that wretched family home and sweeping away all wealth left by her birth mother—she left those cold-hearted relatives nothing but bare walls! Watching their hollowed-out home with police arriving at the door for arrests—the scumbag father collapsed from rage, vomiting blood in regretful tears—but it was far too late. Cutting off all toxic family ties completely clean,Serena Langford resolutely went down to the countryside traveling thousands of miles rescue trapped birth mother grandfather. Impoverished remote area lacking supplies? With spatial abilities business acumen she worried about nothing! Developing side businesses expanding sales channels leading village prosperity helping entire community escape poverty eat meat living thriving life. Through own efforts secured foreign exchange orders awarded National Outstanding Advanced Youth Model Worker title glorious achievements stunning entire county! Along road counterattack encountered mysterious base top commander Adrian Harrington. Scumbag who wronged previous life finally awakened begging pathetically reconciliation still delusionally wanting entangle! Adrian Harrington protectively shielded wife coldly rebuked: "Scram, this is my wife!"

Brandy Rivers, a survivor of the post-apocalyptic world, was an avid reader of satisfying era novels. While others hoarded food and supplies to survive the apocalypse, she took a different path—obsessively collecting books and miscellaneous items, daydreaming of escaping to a peaceful era far from the constant life-or-death struggles. Her wish finally came true. After her death, she unexpectedly transmigrated into a true-and-fake-daughter era novel, becoming the tragic cannon-fodder real daughter who shared her name. The original owner had suffered half a lifetime of grievances—mistreated by her foster parents, then forced by her biological parents to take the spoiled fake daughter's place and endure hardship in the countryside. But Brandy Rivers, now awakened with transmigration memories and her portable space, refused to play along! She cleanly severed ties with her cruel foster parents. Faced with her biological parents' emotional blackmail and blatant favoritism, she showed no mercy—stripping her birth family bare of assets and cutting all familial bonds before heading to the countryside alone. No melodramatic suffering, only unbridled freedom! She expected to live quietly in peace, but little did she know—a devastatingly handsome cold beauty was hiding among the educated youth. He turned out to be clingy yet persistent, accompanying her daily through farm work and trivial matters without complaint, silently guarding her side. Facing his gentle and enduring devotion, Brandy Rivers raised an eyebrow with a faint smile and reluctantly agreed: "Fine. Let's try having a sweet romance and living well together." The aloof beauty doted on his wife tenderly. Together day in and day out, their love grew over time—transforming dull rural life into something sweet and stable. What surprised her even more was that scattered teammates from the apocalypse gradually found their way to her. Reunited across worlds, they once again stood shoulder to shoulder—each thriving in their own field with full capability. With space resources at hand, beloved partner by her side, and loyal teammates at her back, Brandy Rivers carved out a brilliant life uniquely hers in this ordinary era.

Evangeline Ashworth transmigrated into a seventies-era novel, becoming tragic cannon fodder for everyone to exploit. Her biased parents squeezed every drop of value from her, allowing her younger sister to steal her university admission slot while ruthlessly selling her to a ruffian for bride price money. At rock bottom, she awakened a portable dimensional space—and completely turned the tables! In one fell swoop, Evangeline Ashworth emptied out her terrible family's valuables, permanently bound her greedy sister to that ruffian, cleanly severed those toxic family ties, and traveled to an island military base to fulfill her childhood engagement. Who knew that this bargain husband Raymond Blackwell would turn out to be an iron-blooded, righteous military big shot who had single-handedly adopted seven orphans of his fallen comrades? The entire compound waited to laugh at her, convinced she would be driven away by seven rowdy children. Instead, Evangeline Ashworth discovered that these seven kids... were each ridiculously talented! The eldest possessed superhuman strength; the second was a mechanical genius; the third had exceptional hearing; the fourth was a calculation prodigy... Thus, before long, those former troublemaking little tyrants transformed into obsessive sister-protectors who pampered her so thoroughly she never had to lift a finger. One day, cold-faced officer Raymond Blackwell looked at his stunningly beautiful wife and couldn't restrain himself any longer. He cornered her against the wall, voice hoarse as he tested: “Wife... when are we going to have one of our own?”

Tags: 1970s Era | Military Marriage | Sweet Romance | Marriage First, Love Later | Non-Human Female Lead | Wife-Spamming Man | Revenge & Slapping Faces | System Counterattack | Minor Ensemble Cast Character Setting: Delicate Vine Flower (Outer) × Fierce Overlord Flower (Inner) Female Lead | Fatherly, Devious Political Commissar Male Lead — A human caretaker spoiling his wife endlessly Supernatural creatures were forbidden after the founding of the nation, yet Selene Ashford was no ordinary girl. She was a fierce overlord flower spirit who had cultivated a human form for centuries. To accumulate karmic merits, she set her sights on Adrian Hargrove, the prestigious and powerful political commissar stationed at the Helan Mountain base in the vast northwest frontier. Bound by a single marriage certificate, she followed the army to the desolate wilderness and took root in the barren Gobi Desert. Just as she settled into a peaceful life, a system hostess arrived out of nowhere. Convinced Adrian was the male fated to have no heirs, the system hostess confronted Selene sharply: “Who are you, a mere extra, to steal my destined man!” Capable of hearing the system's inner thoughts, Selene only smiled coldly. How dared a trivial outsider system hostess covet the man she had claimed? With a single countermove, she severed every thread of the intruder's plotline. Her karmic merits surged wildly, and her demonic power grew stronger by the day. Adrian had once thought he had married a delicate young girl who needed tender care. Soon enough, his perception was completely overturned. She possessed peerless medical skills, saving countless lives on the base. With sharp, agile combat skills, she captured treasonous spies single-handedly. She casually transformed the barren Gobi wasteland, turning endless yellow sand into stretches of lush oasis. A simple stir-fried dish of desert scallions and eggs was so delicious that it made every military family in the compound cry with envy. Even the Pallas's cats and golden eagles of Helan Mountain lined up obediently, begging for her gentle pats. Pushed to her wit's end, the system hostess finally dropped her disguise and exposed Selene frantically in public: “She's a flower spirit! You are fated to have no children! Only I can bear your heirs!” Adrian stepped forward in an instant, shielding Selene firmly behind him, his gaze stern and icy cold. “Comrade Drummond, feudal superstition has no place here. My wife is pregnant with twins.” Extra Wedding Night Scene “Brother, Sister Scholefield told me I have to inspect you tonight.” “When the time comes, you will know everything.” Later, Selene's eyes turned red, and she mumbled aggrievedly: “Brother, I won't rummage through the cabinets anymore. Please stop too, okay?” Adrian slowly unbuttoned his uniform collar, his voice low and laced with a faint smile: “Selene, once a day… is still not enough.”

In the hotel, Vivienne Whitmore looked at her husband of five years and her former best friend, her expression remarkably calm. The mistress was riding high on arrogance. Vivienne tossed down a stack of cash and said indifferently, "This is your hard-earned compensation for servicing my husband. Which young master doesn't keep a few unsavory side pieces? If this were ancient times, I'd be the one arranging to take you in as a concubine. Now, get out." The mistress fled in panic. Vivienne slammed down the divorce papers. "Let's divorce. I'm pregnant, and the child isn't yours!" Maxwell flew into a rage and tried to strike her, but Vivienne Whitmore kicked him flying with one blow. Later, the child's biological father came knocking. The man lifted her chin and said coldly, "Just where do you think you're running off to with my baby in your belly?"

Sophia Foster was passing by her aunt's grain store during New Year's visit when her suddenly-busy aunt asked her to mind the shop. As she lounged in a rocking chair scrolling through videos, a meteorite came crashing from the sky—plunging her into darkness. She awoke to find herself in a cramped, oxygen-deprived space, someone's feet pressing on her head. With a desperate kick, she shoved the feet away and gasped for air before exhaustion overtook her. When consciousness returned, she'd become a three-year-old toddler in the year 1956. The looming three-year famine made her tremble—until she discovered her aunt's grain store had miraculously followed her through time.

[1v1, adorable babies, farming, healing, whole-family rise to riches!] SQ1207 bottom-tier resident Vivian Morrison was inspecting the fields one day when a passing meteorite smashed her to death—and she transmigrated into the body of three pitiful children’s wicked mother. Shock! Someone actually abused newborns! Eldest Baby’s eyes were icy. “Want me to call you Mom? Try the next life.” Second Baby chuckled softly. “Dream on if you think I’ll acknowledge you.” Third Baby’s voice was sticky-sweet: “If Mommy dies right now, Nora will admit you’re her mom.” Vivian Morrison: “!!!” Shower them with enough warmth and the kids are bound to love me! But what’s with the cold-faced man who suddenly came home? Vivian Morrison: “The babies are mine!” A certain man: “Mm. Not just them—every baby we have from now on will be yours too.” Vivian Morrison: “!!!” This iceberg wants to numb me with his looks? Impossible! When the man heard her thoughts, he gave a helpless, doting smile. “Vivian, you can’t escape.”

For seven years, Rose Bennett was Ryan Knight’s secret wife. While all of New York believed Samantha Hikk would become Mrs. Knight, Rose silently endured a cold marriage to a man who never loved her. Until one night, Samantha is rushed into Rose’s emergency room pregnant… and Ryan is the one protecting her. That is the night Rose stops loving him. What Ryan never knew was that Rose had already given birth to his daughter years ago after he rejected both mother and child without hesitation. So Rose walks away—with only two suitcases, a hidden daughter, and the shattered remains of seven years. But the woman Ryan abandoned is no ordinary wife. Rose is the hidden genius behind Aetheris Medical AI, the revolutionary system about to change the entire medical world. As Rose rises to the top, becoming untouchable, powerful, and impossible to replace, Ryan finally realizes the devastating truth— He didn’t lose a woman who loved him. He lost the only woman he would ever love. And by then, even their daughter no longer calls him father.

Vivienne Hartwell wakes up transmigrated into a period novel, becoming the true heiress of the story. The original owner was stunningly beautiful but unfortunately brainless, despised by everyone. Not only did she steal the fake heiress's fiancé Adrian Caldwell, but she also insisted on divorcing him when his family fell into hardship and needed support most. Then her family tricked her into bed with an old lecher. In her previous life, the original owner ended up suffering endless torment and dying miserably. Vivienne Hartwell arrives and kicks that greasy old man away! She clings tightly to Adrian Caldwell, pitifully whimpering: "Hubby, don't you want me anymore?" As if! Who would divorce a military officer husband with eight-pack abs? Even if he's injured and can't have children... wait, why is her belly carrying a baby? From then on, the once cold and self-restrained, taciturn and ascetic Commander completely falls for her, spoiling her endlessly!

Cultivation powerhouse Zara Kingsley crossed into the 1970s with a pocket dimension stuffed with a billion units of supplies. The moment she opened her eyes, she’d become the unlucky punching bag of adoptive parents and a scheming stepsister. The stepsister wanted to snatch her job and exile her to the countryside? Zara Kingsley emptied the girl’s entire house in one swipe and signed her up for the Great Northwest—go eat dirt and open up wasteland! The adoptive parents embezzled her birth parents’ pension and planned to sell her little siblings for cash? One anonymous letter to the authorities sent the pair of parasites straight to the firing squad—blood for blood. The reborn heroine, armed with foreknowledge, tried to steal her jade pendant dimension and her fiancé, dreaming of replacing her and soaring to the top? Zara Kingsley laughed coldly, seized the spatial treasure for herself, and monopolized every fortuitous encounter. As for that trash fiancé—he’s all yours; whoever wants him can have the bad luck. From then on, Zara Kingsley let herself go completely, hell-bent on being as unscrupulous as possible, sprinting down the road of face-slapping and sweet revenge. Then came the day she was sent down to the countryside—and the rumored sterile, ice-faced big shot Henson Lancaster set his sights on her. One was aiveness-obsessed cultivation madwoman; the other, a ruthless, black-bellied military titan. They clicked at first sight, marched to the registry, and got their marriage certificates. Husband and wife, perfectly matched—trash-bashing without breaking a sweat! You be my crazy wife, I’ll be your crazy husband; two apex predators joining forces—whoever blocks the way gets flattened. The reborn heroine was dumbstruck: the fiancé she stole turned out to be useless, the opportunities she coveted were all hijacked, and the cannon-fodder Zara Kingsley—supposed to die early—had instead become the nation’s darling. She reclaimed her birth parents, cleared their names, and, together with Henson Lancaster, amassed an untold fortune. Multiple buns in one pregnancy, living life in full swagger.

Vivienne Holloway, who had survived until victory in the apocalypse, had just waited out the end of the world. She merely took a nap, and when she opened her eyes, she found herself transmigrated into a period novel, becoming the neglected true daughter who had been lost outside the family. The fake daughter had usurped her identity, snatching away the familial love and opportunities that should have been hers. In the original plot, the true daughter became a supporting character, revolving around the male and female leads, meeting a tragic end. But it was Vivienne Holloway who arrived here. Acting fragile, playing the innocent pure white flower, mastering green tea postures—these were nothing but daily amusements to her. The grand drama of life had already begun; she had no intention of revolving around the novel's protagonists. Snatching opportunities, kicking aside plotlines—no one would control her! Sebastian Caldwell of the Northwest Military Region was notoriously iron-blooded and cold as a commander—decisive in killing, indifferent in temperament, strictly following rules in all matters. He despised people who put on airs most of all. Their first encounter: Vivienne Holloway deliberately played deaf and dumb to fool everyone; Their second meeting: she stepped on human traffickers while humming leisurely and brushing her teeth—the contrast directly shattered Sebastian Caldwell's understanding. Before others she appeared pitifully weak and helpless; behind closed doors her mind remained clear with sharp methods. She possessed a portable space filled with abundant supplies. Dealing with leeching relatives, tearing apart hypocritical fake daughters with bare hands, kicking aside the original male and female leads' plotline with one foot. Sebastian Caldwell fell step by step. To outsiders he remained cold-faced and majestic, commanding reverence from all. Returning home he could only indulge helplessly: "Fine fine fine—you're the most fragile in all heaven and earth."

Vivian Ashford opened her eyes and found herself transmigrated into a 1970s-era novel, becoming the cannon fodder female supporting character with a tragic ending. That morning, she publicly kicked her scumbag fiancé to the curb—the one who'd been cozying up to the female lead's stepsister—and tore their hypocritical engagement contract to shreds. That afternoon, she performed the blood-recognition ritual and snatched away the spiritual spring jade pendant space that rightfully belonged to the female lead. The female lead's stepsister was gnashing her teeth in fury, red-rimmed eyes screaming: "Vivian Ashford, that jade pendant was mine from the start!" Vivian Ashford toyed with the warm white jade at her neck, lifting her eyes with a half-smile. "Yours? Call out to it. See if it answers you." The engagement scandal had barely settled when her stepmother made a move behind the scenes, secretly registering her for rural sent-down youth placement, intending to ship her off far away to suffer. Vivian Ashford refused to be pushed around. She struck back by sending her stepmother's precious son—the one doted upon hand and foot—to queue for re-education in the Great Northwest. She seized the opportunity to empty out all hidden supplies from home, exposed her stepmother's sordid affair until every factory worker knew of it, and even packed off her weak-willed, biased birth father to repair-the-earth duty in the Great Northwest. Dispatched far away to Heilongjiang Province as a sent-down youth, Vivian Ashford held tight to her spiritual spring space and lived life vibrantly. She tinkered together harvesters by hand, spearheaded fertilizer plant construction, appeared on central television for exclusive interviews, and was even specially recruited by breaking all rules into a national research institute—turning against the wind all the way back up. The original novel's female lead returned reborn, fully convinced she held plot advantage and guaranteed victory—determined to reclaim that space and seize every opportunity destined for Vivian Ashford along with their fated connections. Yet no sooner had she begun scheming than she fell into trap after trap at every turn losing everything completely defeated. After finally switching identities for another attempt desperate plunder Vivian Ashford's life only ended up forfeiting even own golden finger abilities entirely gone Meanwhile that cold stern commander seven years senior destined rise highest power Elliot Ashwood already firmly captivated by vivid dazzling Vivian Ashford pursuing relentlessly catching up calling out low voice "Vivian wait me"

Jasmine Ashford was fighting for her life in the delivery room, her baby's heart rate dropping to seventy. Her husband, Benjamin Whitaker, was at Evelyn's concert. Her mother-in-law accused her of stealing the spotlight, her adoptive mother called her unreasonable, and even her son, Sebastian, said, "I wish Auntie were my mommy." Jasmine woke up on the spot. She signed the consent form herself, underwent the surgery, gave birth to her daughter, Serena, and gave her the Ashford name before notifying Benjamin of the divorce. They all thought she couldn't survive without the Whitaker family. Instead, she moved out, changed the passcode, hired a lawyer, and returned to her career, backed by her mentors and her old circle. Later, her family regretted everything, Evelyn panicked, her ex-husband fell to his knees, and the son who once rejected her cried for his mommy. Jasmine only held Serena's hand and smiled faintly. "Sorry, but I'm on my way to a blind date." Hurting your wife may feel satisfying for a moment, but chasing her back is a road through hell. Her life truly began the day she walked away.

Serena Whitmore opened her eyes to find a drop-dead gorgeous man with eight-pack abs unbuttoning his pants right in front of her! Only then did she realize she’d transmigrated into a period drama novel as the tragic ex-wife of the male lead. According to the plot, she would soon divorce her disabled husband out of disgust, then spend the rest of her life as the pitiful foil to the transmigrated heroine who would bear the male lead five loving children. Serena Whitmore smiled: The pocket dimension is mine, the male lead is mine, and the storyline is mine too! The transmigrated heroine plans to heal the male lead with a spirit spring? One flick of Serena’s silver needles: “Sterility? Two jabs and it’s cured!” Need cash after the house raid? The space gives tenfold returns—pauper to ten-thousand-yuan household in seconds. No grain for the countryside? She buys up the black market, tenfold returns again, and the whole village dines on canned food. Drought with no water? She drains West Lake in one turn, then irrigates ten thousand mu with spirit spring water. When the transmigrated heroine finally counts down to the day of returning to the city, she finds the husband who should have been divorced gently cradling Serena Whitmore’s waist, his gaze tender: “Take it slow—our little one’s kicking again?” And that spirit-spring pocket dimension she’d marked out so early? It’s long since become Serena Whitmore’s personal warehouse. Nestled in the man’s arms, Serena Whitmore flashes the heroine a lazy smile: “Sorry, darling—” “I rewrote your script.”

"You came and ruined everything. Shouldn't you be planning to excuse yourself from this family? Undo whatever spell you did on Arthur and get lost." I grit my teeth as the test paper crumpled further in my fist. Hurtful as those words were, they had some truth to them. I had to ask myself the right questions. Give the right answers too. I was a fool. Four years ago, I traded my freedom for a dying man's approval and became a wife in name only. Mrs. Vandermere. My husband never wanted this marriage. I never wanted his indifference. And somewhere between duty and heartbreak, I built a life he doesn't know exists. Now I want out. He isn't going to make it that easy.

[Time Travel + Spatial Storage + Special Abilities + Cheat System + 1970s Era + Technology Development + Mutual Pure Love Romance] Interstellar research professor Ivy Mercer, an expert in weapons and battleship technology, accidentally dies and transmigrates to China in 1970. Drawing upon her vast knowledge, Ivy Mercer assembles wristwatches and radios from scratch before conquering the development of washing machines, electric fans, refrigerators, rice cookers, and more. Recognized by the state for her contributions, she enlists in the military and dedicates her entire life to advancing China's technological prowess. A fateful encounter leads her to meet Elliot Ashford, sparking a legendary journey from strangers to soulmates. What extraordinary story will unfold between these two kindred spirits?

Upon obtaining the Chaos treasure, one could cultivate the Nine Dragons One. Cutting the sun, moon, and stars, and killing the demons in the ages. As soon as Lu Chen made his move, all the gods and ghosts in the world were shocked. The drunken phoenix beauty smiled, and the 3,000 Great Ways crossed all living things.