MTL - Accompanying the Phoenix - Chapter 33

The only being with extraordinary powers on Blue Star has mastered the Gatling Flight, turning missiles into flying swords. His short-term goal is to destroy planets using psychokinesis.

An avid Xianxia reader suddenly has his dream come true—he wakes up in a world of cultivation. The only problem? Maybe it wasn’t really his dream after all.Now, faced with the daunting reality of countless cultivation realms to climb, countless worlds to ascend through, and countless arrogant young masters to deal with, despair begins to settle in.Fortunately, a glimmer of hope appears amidst the chaos: a mysterious system that could change everything.Armed with elders, ancestors, and a sect leader—who are all actually his own avatars—he no longer feels completely overwhelmed.“At least I don’t have to do it all alone… well, technically, I do. They’re just avatars, after all.”

【1v1, double doting, clean text, handsome men, and fierce women】 It's rumored that Miss Lu has no talents, isn't a good student, is arrogant, and doesn’t care about others... A certain man, adjusting his glasses, dotes on her and says, “It's okay, I still want to spoil her.”No talent? One day, a piano piece played by Lu Qingyi shocked the entire entertainment circle.A poor student? Principal Hardrick, with a flattering face, followed behind Lu Qingyi, asking obsequiously: “Dear Qingyi, when will you come back to school to teach?”Arrogant? Doesn't care about others? Xu Boyan said with doting affection: “These are privileges I offer her. Do you have a problem with it?”“Boss, our intelligence network has been breached.”One of the subordinates said cautiously.“Ah? I'm sorry, my hand slipped.” A certain Miss nonchalantly raised her paw.“Kiddo, how many online aliases do you have?” A certain man asked, a spoiling smile hanging on his lips.Suddenly one day, Lu Qingyi discovered that her identity is not what she thought it was.【This is a story of two major players unmasking each other. If it's not your taste, refrain from speaking ill. Thank you.】

Tang Qiu was a substitute bride–forced to take her half-sister’s place and marry the young master of the Jiang family, a deformed cripple with less than 6 months left to live.

“Who would have thought that even a sickly whelp like Jiang Shaocheng would find himself a bride?”

“I hear that he’s practically on his deathbed and he’s only marrying the Fengs’ daughter to improve his lifespan.”

Tang Qiu ignored the whispers around her and focused on her husband-to-be, who coughed violently in his wheelchair. At the altar, after they had said their vows, she lifted her veil and knelt in front of Jiang Shaocheng, pressing a hesitant kiss to his lips.

The marriage contract was signed. No matter his physical deformities, he was now her husband.

She wasn’t afraid of the scars that marked his face, nor was she repulsed by him being confined to a wheelchair. Every morning, she made him breakfast, attended to his needs, and thought of little else beyond her duties as a wife.

“Young Master Jiang is a cripple who can’t get it up,” her best friend argued. “When he dies, you’ll still be untouched. You should set your sights higher.”

“A sickly invalid like Jiang Shaocheng can’t give you happiness,” her ex-boyfriend insisted. “I’ll wait for you.”

But Young Master Jiang only scoffed. “I have plenty of time left to be with her.”

Later in their marriage, Jiang Shaocheng wanted to enjoy his little wife in all ways–the press of her lips against his, the brush of skin on skin; the way a husband and wife were supposed to. But Tang Qiu refused him, blushing. “No, we can’t. The doctor says you can’t exert yourself.”

Jiang Shaocheng’s desire was surging through him, a heat in his core that demanded to be satiated. He cursed, I should have gotten rid of that doctor and the wheelchair long ago.

But he yearned to make love to his little wife, and so he revealed his true identity. In the blink of an eye, the deformed cripple transformed into a powerful businessman–tall, dark, and handsome. He quieted Tang Qiu’s protests, his body positioned over hers, his arms caging her as she lay on the bed. His voice was low when he asked, “What about now?”