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In her past life, Evelyn Whitmore was tormented to death by her in-laws. On her deathbed, she could only watch helplessly as her seven children were sold off or abandoned, meeting tragic ends during a famine. She died full of bitterness and regret. Reborn, she returned to the very beginning of that tragedy! Her vicious mother-in-law wanted to sell her daughter in exchange for grain, her scheming brother-in-law swiped her husband's military allowance, and her insufferable relatives were all bloodsuckers to the core. This time, Evelyn Whitmore refused to be weak. She tore into every last one of them on the spot and decisively cut all ties with her in-laws! Taking her seven children — each gifted with their own remarkable abilities — she fought her way through natural disasters and famine, traveling thousands of miles north to find her husband at the military base. When the ragged mother and her eight children appeared before the stern and iron-willed Commander Raymond Whitmore, the entire base erupted: The legendary Commander Raymond Whitmore, decorated with countless battle honors — actually had seven kids?! From that day on, the once-serious military compound was turned completely upside down, descending into daily chaos — "Report, Commander! Your Ethan Whitmore punched clean through every sandbag on the training ground!" "Report, Commander! The second kid dismantled a truck to modify it!" "Report, Commander! The third kid brought wolf cubs into the mess hall to steal meat!" Raymond Whitmore stood there with a child tucked under each arm, head throbbing, utterly helpless. He looked at his radiant and spirited wife, his eyes full of adoration: "My wife and my kids — I'll spoil them all I want!"

The crippled prince had become a commoner, but he had married a stunning beauty. His wife was a genius in martial arts and was high above others; he was a loser who had been humiliated. After accidentally awakening the spirit of a Divine King, his fate was reversed and he rose to power. From then on, he would crush those who humiliated him and conquer the peerless beauty! Geniuses, in front of me, are all good-for-nothings! Kings are like ants under my feet! I'm the God Slaying King with a single stroke of the Heaven-breaking Sword!

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.

Autumn Crawford transmigrated straight into the body of a capitalist heiress in the seventies—only to find her life already on the chopping block. Her reborn cousin was leading a mob to raid her house, denounce her parents, and wait to inherit her property, ancestral assets, and fiancé. The newly-arrived Autumn Crawford: She neatly bled her scumbag fiancé dry of cash and ration tickets, annulled the engagement at lightning speed, then bundled the cousin and the scumbag’s whole family off to the Great Northwest in one neat package. Binding the ancestral space, she emptied the family fortune, grabbed her little sister, and headed straight for the place where her parents had been sent down—reconstruction support starts with me. Human traffickers want to kidnap her? One punch each, plus a silk banner of thanks. Enemy agents stirring up sabotage? Her kicks are sharp; medals and commendations follow. Only… this particular spy case seems to run deeper than expected. And that broad-shouldered, long-legged hunk who keeps hovering around her—his moves are suspiciously slick. Autumn Crawford (on high alert): This has to be the enemy’s “sugar-coated bullet!” She (rubbing hands): …Still, the sugar is undeniably sweet.

Nora Whitfield, a pampered beauty and beloved daughter of a capitalist family, once lived a charmed life—until the storm came and the world turned upside down. Her father was taken away for investigation, crisis engulfed her home, and her life plummeted overnight. Those closest to her plunged the knife in, while wolves circled all around! Her greedy uncle and hypocritical stepmother seized the moment, scheming together to trick her into handing over the family fortune, planning to flee to Hong Kong with the money. Even more viciously, the pair deliberately stirred trouble, urging her to divorce, determined to hollow out her life completely. Just as Nora Whitfield was about to sign and accept her fate, her three-month-old baby suddenly spoke from the womb! The cute baby's inner voice rang out again and again, each line a critical hit: [Mommy, don't divorce! You'll be sent down for labor and die miserably!] [Uncle and stepmom are having an affair! The stepsister is their illegitimate bastard!] [The scumbag will beat you, steal your job! And he'll take me away too!] Nora Whitfield woke up instantly, icy fury surging in her eyes! With her baby's spoilers, she pulled herself together completely and launched her heaven-defying comeback. She struck back against the scumbag, dealt with her vicious relatives, and sent her scheming stepmother, uncle, and white lotus stepsister all to labor reform in one fell swoop. She seized the family assets firmly and crushed their plans to escape. After settling all the rotten people, Nora Whitfield looked at the island ferry ticket in her hands, her heart full of hesitation. The island was scarce in supplies, life there harsh—she truly dreaded it. But her baby offered warm comfort: [Mommy, don't be afraid! I have a spirit spring space with endless supplies. You just stay beautiful!] What truly troubled her, though, was that rough, strong officer husband of hers—Marcus Ashford. On their wedding night, she'd been worn out until she begged for mercy, her heart filled with resistance. Learning she would follow him to his post, she was filled with anxiety: [Baby, I'm scared of your dad!] Marcus Ashford, eavesdropping from the corner, broke down on the spot and swore overnight: [Wife, I'll be gentle and considerate, absolutely obedient!] But on their first day of marriage, Nora Whitfield kicked him straight out of bed! [Soft, adorable pregnant wife vs. doting husband, rough man] No frustration throughout! Raising baby, crushing scum, building a career—sweet pampering and comedy guaranteed!

【Rebirth in the '80s + Hidden Space + Face-Slapping Revenge + Sent-Down Youth + Double Purity + Whole-Family Darling + Military Marriage】 In her last life, Bettina Reese—ivory-skinned, willow-waisted, leg-for-days daughter of a capitalist family—was blind enough to marry into the Household. For thirty years she slaved like an ox, bankrolling and baby-sitting her in-laws, yet never once shared a bed with her husband, Victor Turner. Day after day she swallowed insults and side-eye, until her dying breath, when she finally cracked the truth: The cherished foster son she had loved to the marrow was Victor's secret child with his widowed sister-in-law! “Victor Turner, I poured my heart and soul into you people, and you lied to me my whole damn life!” In a fury she wrenched open the gas valve and blew the whole scumbag clan sky-high. When she opened her eyes again, she was back on the very day Victor tried to bully her into surrendering her job. Watching the shameless man stand there as if it were his due, Bettina flipped the table and sneered: “Victor, you want my job? Dream on. This lousy post—I don’t even want it!” The instant the words left her mouth she sold the position, then mailed an anonymous tip that exposed every filthy racket Victor ran inside his unit. Discharged, disgraced, he was thrown behind bars to taste the bitter fruit he’d sown. Hardly had the trash been taken out when her good-for-nothing father and stepmother plotted to bolt to Hong Kong, ditching her and fleeing with the family fortune. Bettina barged in, slapped her sperm-donor dad and stepmom upside the head. “You raised me just so you could rob me blind? Ask me if I say yes!” She kicked aside her white-lotus stepsister who tried the pity act. “Look in a mirror before you covet what’s mine.” She snatched back the ancestral jade bracelet that hid a spirit spring, opened her space, and swept the house clean—antiques, calligraphy, jewels, property deeds, the lot. One final tip-off shipped daddy, stepmom and sis to the northwestern camps, never to crawl back. With a storm of confiscations brewing, Bettina packed light, space in tow, and headed to the countryside to find her real mother. Ready for a gauntlet of pests and vipers, she discovered Mom was a man-eating tigress who adored her daughter, while her three older brothers were hard-core sis-cons who pampered her like a national treasure. With the space’s spirit spring and her uncanny sketching hand, she caught the eye of the army's tech department and was hired as a forensic artist. She grew organic veggies in the village, ran quiet side hustles that raked in cash, and helped crack headline cases with her portraits. Before she noticed, the whole base was treating her as their darling mascot. Enter Colonel Jonathan Reed—wide-shouldered, narrow-hipped, face carved by the gods, temper carved by glaciers—the famous Ice-King of the district. Every commander had given up marrying him off, assuming he’d grow old crading his rifle. Who could guess that on family-visits day, comrades would watch the Ice-King pin the army’s beloved little beauty against a wall, voice soft enough to drip: “ Stop fussing. From now on, I'm here—no one dares touch a hair on your head.”

Evelyn Rivers woke up and found herself in a parallel 1950. The opening hand was practically a royal flush! She was the pampered darling of the richest family south of the Yangtze—parents who doted on her endlessly, gold bars stacked like bricks, and an ancestral jade pendant that unlocked a heaven-defying pocket dimension: a miniature Soviet-style garden above, a vast subterranean warehouse below, able to farm, able to keep anything fresh forever, supplies never spoil! Then Evelyn’s face went white as paper. Good news: money and a cheat space—easy-win setup. Bad news: it’s 1950, and “capitalist class origin” is a one-way ticket to the firing squad. With the political storm on the horizon, history says her whole clan will be shipped to the northwest to drink sand. Evelyn stared at her parents, still leisurely counting cash and obsessing over haute couture, and stomped in place. “Dad, stop counting the gold bars! If we don’t run now, the whole family will be sipping cold wind in the Gobi!” “Mom, quit stockpiling stilettos! Penicillin and coarse cotton cloth—that’s the real hard currency in chaos!” Luckily, her family trusted her completely. Overnight they quietly liquidated their assets, stuffed gold, antiques, scarce medicines, and daily necessities into the space, and slipped away under the radar, heading straight for the northeast to dodge disaster. To secure a safe backer for her family, Evelyn—armed with her past life’s chops as an algorithm engineer—landed a job at the Ice City Machinery Plant. The first time she saw the clunky old Soviet lathes, she blurted, “This tolerance— even a dog would shake its head.” She casually optimized the algorithms, recalibrated the precision parameters, improved the gear meshing, and single-handedly resurrected a yardful of scrap machines, tripling production efficiency. In her spare time she sketched an improved fuze for anti-aircraft guns; the drawing rocketed straight to a national-level expert panel. The specialists gasped in awe: “Young lady, you’re a once-in-a-century industrial prodigy!” The workshop director stared in disbelief: “Where did this down-on-her-luck relative get such god-tier skills?” Only Old Rivers cowered in the corner, tugging frantically at his daughter’s sleeve: “Girl, keep a low profile! Our class label can’t take another stir! Staying alive comes first!” Evelyn spread her hands in resignation and sighed, “Dad, I’d love to keep quiet, but my talent just won’t let me.”

“You are so wet for me, my little girl.” “Yes daddy…ah…,” I whimpered, my toe curling... “Look at me,” he commanded, his thumb lifting my chin with practiced ease. “I need you to see the way I undo you, see how I will make you shatter for the first time.” I was about to close my eyes in pleasure as he rode me to cloud nine when I saw Cole through the glass door. He seemed to have been standing there for a while from the look on his face and what made my heart fled to my mouth was that he was looking straight at us as Roman fucked me raw, his expression unreadable. “Fuck! Cole is here.” 24 hours ago, I had a job, a boyfriend, and a promise to myself to stay pure until marriage. But when I refused to perform oral sex on my boss, I lost everything—my career, my dignity, all of it. Broken and desperate, I ran to my boyfriend Cole, only to find him in a groom’s tuxedo, marrying another woman. He called me a nobody. He laughed in my face, mocking me for being old-fashioned and clinging to my virginity. If he could betray me like this, why shouldn’t I sleep with his uncle Roman? I thought it would just be a reckless, vengeful one-night stand. Then Roman handed me a contract. He said my scent was the only cure for his insomnia. The deal would get my job back, pay for my brother’s medical bills, and let me finally support myself. Do I refuse… or sign?

After marrying David Reynolds, Charlotte Parker spent over a decade dutifully caring for her bedridden mother-in-law. She could never bring herself to splurge on expensive clothes, yet one day, she caught sight of her husband parading around town with his mistress—dressed head-to-toe in Chanel, toting a six-figure Hermès crocodile bag. And that wasn't all. There was also a love child, around ten years old. The boy obediently called her mother-in-law "Grandma," and the old woman immediately declared that the family fortune would one day be his. Her husband, ever the generous spender, announced plans to upgrade his mistress and their illegitimate son to a luxury duplex—worth a cool five million. Meanwhile, Charlotte was still stuck in the shabby, decades-old apartment allocated by her huaband workplace back in the day. The betrayal was the wake-up call she needed. She realized the first half of her life had been wasted on the wrong people. From now on, she would live for herself—free and unshackled. She wanted a divorce. Her husband sneered, "All you're good for is cooking and cleaning. You wouldn't survive without me." Her mother-in-law scoffed, "Women of our generation endure worse. Who hasn't suffered a little? Divorcing at your age—how disgraceful!" Relatives chimed in, "You've put up with it this long. What's another twenty or thirty years? Just bear with it a little longer." Bear with it? She had endured enough for a lifetime. No more! … Everyone expected the middle-aged divorce to become a pitiful, lonely joke. But to their shock, Charlotte not only re-entered the workforce—she thrived, climbing the career ladder with unstoppable momentum. And love? A second chance came knocking. Wait—what? The man she was dating, the one she might remarry… was actually the wealthiest tycoon in the capital? Her ex-husband's family was drowning in regret, begging her with tears to take them back. A squad of imposing bodyguards blocked their path. "Sorry," they said coolly. "Our lady says she doesn't know any poor relatives."

[Quick Transmigration + Sweet Pampering + 1V1 + OP Female Lead] Side characters exist only to push the main couple’s romance forward, but Sophia Sterling refuses to play that role. Why settle for being a supporting villainess when she can be the final boss? She’ll turn a garbage hand into a royal flush. [System: Host, your mission is to change the side character’s fate—not wreck the entire world!!!] [Who cares about missions? My happiness comes first.] Reginald Collins: Sigh, what do you do when your wife is so outstanding that she’s impossible to chase? A lightning-fast, melt-your-heart sugar cookie—just one bite and you’re hooked!

Lilly found herself on her tenth blind date, completely drained by the unyielding pressure to marry. In a desperate bid to end the torment, she impulsively tied the knot with the man across from her. She had assumed she’d married an ordinary office worker. Someone with a car but no property, and she resigned herself to a quiet, uneventful life. That was until the day she attended a high-society gala and was stunned to learn that her husband was, in fact, Patrick Kline, the influential head of the prominent Kline family. Enraged, she confronted him, exclaiming, "Patrick, you’ve been lying to me all this time! I demand a divorce." In one swift motion, he embraced her, a smirk playing on his lips. "A divorce? Very well. But first, you’ll have to agree to one condition." "What condition?" Lilly eyed him suspiciously. His smile widened. "Give me three children first, and then we can discuss the divorce."

Serena Whitmore returned from chaotic times carrying overwhelming hatred, reborn from the desperate situation of dying miserably in a mass grave, making a full-blooded comeback to the beginning of the tragedy. In her previous life, she was schemed against by villains—her dowry swallowed, family assets seized, child tormented, ultimately ending in a miserable fate of bones scattered without a trace. Returning reborn, only cold resolve remained in her eyes as she made a solemn vow: All who stole her child, money, dowry, and residence would be returned tenfold! All enemies who framed and humiliated her—she would let none escape, ensuring they never knew peace for the rest of their lives! With her portable space and peerless medical skills, Serena acted with fierce methods and decisive killing, quickly turning the tables on all jumping clown villains and sweeping away all calamities from her previous life. She had thought she could live single and carefree, raise her child alone, and steadily begin her counterattack life. An urgent phone call completely shattered her plans. "Comrade Whitmore, your husband was severely injured during a mission and is unconscious. Come to the hospital immediately to care for him!" Serena froze on the spot: "Wasn't he already gone?" The leader responded solemnly: "Please don't be pessimistic. We are doing everything possible to save him." At the bedside, looking at the dying man, Serena ultimately stepped in to save him, using her superb medical skills to pull him back from death's door. After Vincent Allison woke, his heart was full of gratitude. Learning that he had gone through such trouble to marry her home, only to let her be tormented by his own family's villains, his heart was filled with guilt. After following the army, he came to know that his seemingly delicate little wife not only possessed heaven-reaching medical skills, but her origins also concealed profound mysteries—far more stunning than he had imagined.

Serena Whitmore's boyfriend of six years cheated on her—and with her best friend, no less?! Serena felt like all her bad luck had converged on the day she returned to T City. She'd come back secretly to surprise her boyfriend, only to get the shock of her life at her best friend's place instead. Betrayed by both of them, she went out to drown her sorrows and ended up passed out on the street, blocking a random car. And damn, the driver was gorgeous. Serena wrapped herself around his leg: "Take my clothes off, get me cleaned up, I'm yours." The next morning, she left a few hundred bucks on the nightstand and slipped away without a sound. Five years later, she returned with three impossibly cute babies in tow. A random job application landed her face-to-face with their father! What?! He's my boss—the filthy rich, loaded, obscenely wealthy CEO of the Sterling Group?! Dominic Sterling: "Woman, why so distant? You weren't like this five years ago." Serena: "...Please, I just want to grab my kids and run."

After being transmigrated into a period romance, Isabella Parker becomes the short-lived cannon-fodder character—only to find herself freshly married to Oliver Hayes when a thunderbolt hits: the entire family is about to be exiled. In the original story, she and her husband exist only as stepping stones. Framed by enemies, forced to make way for the male and female leads' "plot armor," they end up dying in the wilderness. Isabella scoffs. Cannon fodder? Not a chance. Armed with a spatial storage dimension and her medical skills, she stays calm on her wedding night—first emptying her enemies' hidden stockpiles, hoarding mountains of supplies, then marching off to exile with her officer husband Oliver Hayes, head held high. But the so-called "main couple" are Heaven's favorites and won't stop targeting her. The original female lead clings to a system, coveting Isabella's spatial trump card and repeatedly trying to sabotage her and steal her abilities? Isabella flips the script, hijacks the system's energy, and turns every petty trick into fuel for her own rise. And when that same heroine regrets breaking off the engagement and tries to use her protagonist halo to lure away Isabella's husband… Isabella only raises a brow and watches. Her Captain Hayes is a cold-blooded ironclad soldier—his eyes hold only his wife and his country. No amount of "plot armor" is ever going to steal him away.

Celeste Ashford's previous life was that of a terminally ill, never-married wealthy single woman who'd built her fortune through a clever space-storage reselling business. After dying young, she transmigrated into the harsh 1960s, and the moment she opened her eyes, she inherited two kids with no blood relation to her — left behind by her late husband. Before she'd even had time to process that, she was informed: her current husband had adopted three orphans of fallen soldiers. Celeste Ashford counted on her fingers: five kids, one man, and the eligibility to join him at his military post. She briskly packed her bags. "Let's go — off to find their father!" Once at the base, she led the children in clearing land, growing vegetables, and running small side businesses. All five kids were raised plump and rosy under her care. But six months later, Celeste Ashford stared at the two lines on the pregnancy test and fell into deep thought. She turned to her neighbor. "Hey, um… my husband's ex-wife — didn't she go around telling everyone he couldn't perform? Wasn't that why they divorced?" The neighbor slapped her thigh. "You bet she did! The whole military district knows about it!" Celeste Ashford went silent. That evening, she glared at the rugged military officer who'd just walked through the door, and slapped the pregnancy test down in front of him. "You'd better explain this to me. What exactly is going on?" The man was at a loss for words for a long moment, then wrapped his arm around her waist with a helpless sigh. "She was the one spreading rumors everywhere — it's not like I could go around dropping my pants to prove otherwise. Besides… whether I'm capable or not, don't you already know the answer to that?"

Vivienne Ashford was the fake heiress raised by capitalists for eighteen years. To protect her, her adoptive parents sent her back to her biological family with a massive fortune, only for her to be devoured until nothing remained. Desperate to avoid being sent to the countryside, she schemed against Ambrose Gallagher, who was visiting his hometown. But on their wedding day, he left without a word and vanished without a trace. After marriage, she lived permanently at her parents' home, handing over her salary and working tirelessly without complaint. Yet they still sold her to human traffickers. She suffered endless torment and died miserably the moment her adoptive parents finally found her. Carrying hatred to her grave, she unexpectedly returned to a time before tragedy struck. In this life, she would no longer be weak and bullied. She transformed into a vengeful demon who settled every score! Those who stole her wealth would return it with interest; Those who humiliated and insulted her would be beaten until they cried for their parents; Those who wanted to sell her for money? They could go down to the countryside themselves as punishment! After ruthless retribution, the once harmonious family lay dead, crippled, or banished to rural labor. Vivienne Ashford finally had her revenge. She packed up and arrived at his door in style: "Ambrose Gallagher, I'm here for a divorce. I apologize—I schemed against you before." Who would have expected that after two years of disappearance—rumored to be cold and emotionless—the man's eyes reddened as he gripped her tightly and refused to let go: "Don't divorce me... what did I do wrong? I'll change it, please?" Vivienne Ashford was completely stunned. Wasn't he supposed to despise her? To look down on her? This desperate clinging behavior—something was wrong! Completely wrong!

The great Master Caldwell was forced into taking a little wife, and this little wife was completely disobedient—she couldn't go a day without causing trouble! Master Caldwell was furious. "The moment the marriage term ends, we're divorcing immediately!" Two years later, the marriage term arrived. Everyone watched Master Caldwell eagerly, waiting for him to go get the divorce. Instead, Master Caldwell cornered his little wife at home and flirted with her relentlessly... The little wife couldn't leave the house and had to ask someone to come handle the divorce paperwork. Master Caldwell issued a vicious threat. "Whoever dares to come, I'll kill them without mercy! If you dare step out, I'll break your legs!" The little wife cried from anger. Master Caldwell instantly turned gentle, quickly pulling her into his arms to coax her. "Be good, listen to me. No divorce. I'll give you babies to play with."

After her mother's suicide, Anna called her father and uncle from the police station. Her father hung up without a word, while her uncle coldly told her to drop dead. Tears welled up in the three-year-old's eyes—until a large, warm hand settled gently on her head. "Want a dad?" With ruthless efficiency, Ethan Marks scooped up the sniffling little girl, tossed her into a sack, and carried her home. The entire family was in an uproar. Grandma, the iron-willed matriarch: "Bring over the latest luxury collections! My precious granddaughter gets first pick!" Billionaire Dad: "If anyone dares bully you, fight back. From now on, I'm your shield." Reclusive Uncle: "Sweetheart, all my earnings are yours. Be my daughter, won't you?" Older Brother, the family's little tyrant: "My sister is the cutest in the whole world!" Anna, who had braced herself for a life of misery, rubbed her big, doe-like eyes in utter bewilderment. Wait—was she actually the family's new treasure? Not one to take kindness for granted, little Anna repaid them in her own way. She chatted with flowers—and uncovered a corporate spy in her father's company. She whispered to grass—and miraculously healed her uncle's paralyzed legs. She confided in trees—and helped catch a murderer. She gossiped with cabbages—and discovered that her stern, no-nonsense grandfather was secretly henpecked. Every day was a whirlwind of jaw-dropping revelations and sweet revenge, and Anna couldn't have been happier. Then, out of nowhere, her deadbeat biological father showed up, demanding custody. Ethan Marks cracked his knuckles. "Try stealing my daughter. I dare you." Without even glancing at the man, Anna buried her face in Ethan's chest. "I only have one dad." As her birth father watched in speechless, seething regret, the infamous "Grim Reaper" Ethan Marks broke into the brightest smile of his life.

[Wealthy Family Drama + Angsty to Sweet Romance + Husband in Pursuit + Heroine's Transformation + Strong Female Comeback] Throughout six years of marriage, Ruan Nian devoted herself completely, believing that true affection would be reciprocated. Yet, she discovered that he was nurturing a cherished "white moonlight" overseas. On the day their daughter was fighting for her life in the emergency room, he was abroad celebrating an award with his "white moonlight." Standing in the cold corridor of the emergency room, she came to an abrupt realization—his love had never been hers. So, she withdrew all lingering affection, decisively handed him a divorce agreement, and gracefully walked away with her daughter. * After the divorce, the once "housewife" returned to the medical field and quickly made a name for herself! Top journals rushed to publish her papers, international accolades poured in, and the woman who was once unnoticed now stood dazzling under the spotlight. Watching countless extraordinary men pursue her, that once aloof and proud man finally panicked. --- Feng Yuhan believed she could never leave him for life, until she moved forward against the light, stepping away amidst her glory. He became obsessed, eyes reddened, humbly kneeling before her, pleading: “Nian Nian, please, look back at me…”

Alexander Adams had followed his beautiful master for ten thousand years, ageless and undying, yet he could never cultivate. In the end, his master cast him out. Wandering the mortal world with his companion, the qilin Bruno Gold, he eventually returned to the Adams family. There, he obtained the Innatal Embryo Pearl and finally unlocked the method to cultivate. Little did Alexander Adams expect that his talent for cultivation had actually been hidden within his mother's womb all along.