Su Muwan’s fate was truly fraught with hardships.
So many vicious cycles of karma.
Perhaps Su Muwan was the only one who had it this bad.
Though Qin Luo longed to use the Scissors of Fate to sever all the tragic threads of her destiny...
Alas...
Just as the Scissors of Fate’s description stated—
Cutting one fate would only give rise to another.
Whether this was good or bad, Qin Luo didn’t dare gamble.
At the very least, he could manage Su Muwan’s current fate.
Aside from that one thread of death, most of the others were simply entanglements with the Chosen Ones.
As long as she didn’t die, everything else was trivial.
Qin Luo put away the Scissors of Fate.
This tool was perfect for dealing with the Chosen Ones, especially those burdened with the most karmic ties.
Speaking of which...
Crunch crunch~
Qin Luo turned his head to see Su Muwan happily munching on potato chips while watching TV.
According to the fate thread he had just severed—
Su Muwan would suffer a flare-up of her Cold Toxin tonight.
And yet, because it would be properly handled, her cultivation would actually advance?
Qin Luo guessed this was due to the instability of Su Muwan’s cultivation technique,
compounded by the aftereffects of her full-powered strike back in Illusory Star City.
Even so...
Qin Luo couldn’t detect any signs of an impending Cold Toxin flare-up in Su Muwan at the moment.
As if sensing his gaze,
Su Muwan turned her head and met his eyes, blinking once.
Then, she held out a chip toward him. "Want some, Luo-Luo?"
Qin Luo smiled faintly. "Sure."
Well, he’d just have to wait until tonight to see whether this so-called fate was real or not.
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......
Time passed slowly.
Late at night.
The darkness was thick, and the room was silent save for the faint rustle of the curtains as a cool breeze drifted in through the window.
Qin Luo lay on the bed, staring idly at the ceiling.
Beside him, Su Muwan was already fast asleep, her breathing steady.
Strange.
It was already deep into the night.
Yet, the Young Miss’s Cold Toxin still hadn’t flared up.
Was this fate a fake?
Just as the thought crossed his mind—
Hum!
A bone-chilling cold suddenly radiated from the figure beside him, as if frost were crystallizing in the air.
??
Qin Luo froze, but before he could react—
An icy hand clamped tightly around his wrist.
The grip was unnaturally strong, carrying an almost oppressive force.
He turned his head and, under the dim moonlight,
saw Su Muwan half-propped up on the bed, her eyes hazy and vacant, her cheeks flushed with an unnatural redness.
Her lips curled into a faint, almost seductive smile.
"Luo-Luo..."
Her voice was low and husky, like a dreamy murmur or a coquettish whimper—yet laced with an undeniable command.
"I’m so cold... Won’t you... help me?"
Right on schedule?
The Cold Toxin flare-up?
And judging by Su Muwan’s current state...
Qin Luo’s heart tightened. It was clear she had lost consciousness—now entirely driven by the Cold Toxin and primal instinct.
The next moment—
Su Muwan leaned forward slightly, her long hair spilling over her shoulders.
Her icy fingers trailed slowly up his wrist, the touch almost teasing.
Her breath brushed against his ear, cold yet paradoxically scorching, a contradiction that was undeniably alluring.
"Say something..." she whispered.
Well, though the Young Miss was undeniably tempting like this...
Her condition was clearly abnormal.
"Young Miss, snap out of it!"
Qin Luo called out softly, trying to rouse her awareness.
But Su Muwan seemed deaf to his words. Her other hand slid onto his shoulder, pressing him down with terrifying strength.
Qin Luo: ???
Why can’t I break free?
"Don’t move..."
Her voice carried a hint of grievance, yet her gaze grew even more unfocused, her lips curving into a bewitching smile.
"You promised... to help me..."
Before he could respond, her body pressed flush against his, the icy contact sending a shiver down his spine.
Her scent—a mix of cold and faint floral sweetness—was intoxicating, impossible to resist.
Qin Luo could feel it—the rampaging Cold Toxin inside her, her instincts screaming for warmth, for him.
With his Addictive Physique, his body was like a furnace to her.
"Young Miss, let go of me first."
Qin Luo tried to break free, but Su Muwan’s grip was shockingly strong, even carrying a trace of martial suppression.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders, the cold tips nearly piercing his skin.
"No..."
Her voice was petulant, yet her eyes grew even more distant, as if lost in her own world.
"You lied... Last time too... You said you’d help..."
Hearing this,
Qin Luo swallowed hard. "Young Miss, you have to let go first before I can help you expel the Cold Toxin..."
"Heh, you’re lying. There’s a much simpler way."
Qin Luo’s eye twitched.
Damn it, she’s completely out of it.
No reasoning with her now.
With no other choice,
he channeled his spiritual energy, attempting to gently neutralize the Cold Toxin.
Though less effective than direct acupuncture, it would still help somewhat.
But Su Muwan seemed to sense his intentions. Her body trembled slightly before pressing even closer, her cold lips nearly grazing his neck.
"Luo-Luo... Stay still..."
Her voice was low and velvety, almost commanding.
"Your method... is wrong..."
"Let me show you..."
And then—
Splat!
Su Muwan struck Qin Luo with a burst of Frost Qi,
cutting off his energy flow entirely.
Qin Luo: ???
Hold on—
Su Muwan, what the hell are you doing?!
Before he could react,
Su Muwan grabbed his hand, licked her lips, and gazed at him with flushed cheeks.
"Luo-Luo, this is how you treat it..."
Qin Luo: ???
Wait—
Is this what they call...
"properly handled"?!!!
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And the system notifications chimed all night long.
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The next morning.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Su Muwan, brimming with vibrant spiritual energy, cheerfully skipped into the laundry room.
She beamed at Qin Luo, who was washing bedsheets.
"Luo-Luo-Luo! Look!"
"My cultivation actually improved overnight!"
Grinning, she added, "This is the talent of a Martial Supreme!"
"Now I can even perform soul projection!"
Then, noticing Qin Luo silently scrubbing the sheets, she tilted her head.
"Qin Luo, what are you doing? Why are you washing bedsheets so early?"
Qin Luo glanced at her—now even more radiant after her "upgrade"—and sighed softly before resuming his vigorous scrubbing.
"The Young Miss is truly ruthless..."
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ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
