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Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World

« MATURE CONTENT » I was supposed to check my stats. Instead, I checked my sins. One scroll through the system notifications and I realized I’d made the dumbest, hottest, most catastrophic mistake in cultivation history: [Heir Conception Confirmed: All three blessed wives have been Impregnanted.] [Gestation: 3 months. Offspring inherit 50% divine bloodline + maternal elemental affinities.] [Legacy Skill Unlocked: Imperial Seed – Children born at Core Formation minimum. Twins/Triplets chance +70%.] Translation? I bred the maid who poisoned me, the archer who swore she’d never kneel, and the ice queen who hadn’t even been kissed… in one night. Now they’re all carrying little demigods—and Heaven just flagged me as Calamity Incarnate. I wanted a quiet moment to breathe. Heaven handed me a countdown. 3… 2… 1… The sky split like a bad promise. Tribulation clouds boiled over the horizon, rings within rings, and every ring had my name carved into it. Lightning didn’t just flash—it wrote scripture across the firmament, every stroke a sentence: Zhao Tianlong, Calamity Incarnate. And behind me, three heartbeats answered in perfect sync. "Husband, stand back; you should save your energy to fight us in bed..." I glanced at the notifications again, just to suffer. [Heaven’s Will: Surveillance Active. Concealment: Impossible.] [Designation: Catastrophe-Grade Variable. Tribulation: Immediate.] [Bonus Condition Detected: Three Heroines Pregnant. Difficulty Multiplier: x10.] [Note: Heaven disapproves of speedrunning destiny via breeding.] "H-husband, why is the sky thundering..." "The clouds seem to be darkening with concentrated Qi." "It's like it is spreading across the land to take you on, Tianlong." I almost laughed. Almost. My naive wives, they can’t see how the clouds look beautiful, like a beautiful woman. "Hah… I make fountains out of heavenly beauties with my thing," I spat, a chuckle forming while getting disgusted, cute, lovely glares from my heavenly wives. "So if even Heaven itself dares to spread her legs at me, all she’ll do is scream louder," I said, lifting my middle finger towards the sky with a grin that almost ruined my hot husband image in front of my wives. "Tch, perverted bastard... I will just fight." "Ahem, yes, standing beside him might corrupt me." "H-husband... I-I will go fight too... you are embarrassing me..." They stepped beside me—left, right, and one half a pace ahead. Unaware that their sway of hips and jiggles of melons were too distracting. "...." I could only look at three of my beauties, thinking how they are different than last night, but again it appears I might have to corrupt them more. "So, shall we begin the journey of Dual Cultivation?" No NTR, No Yuri
Idiocrat · 1m Views

Strictly No OOC! A Demon Lord's Guide to Saving the World (BL)

"Strictly No OOC! A Demon Lord's Guide to Saving the World" — Arc 2 Synopsis 【A Note to Readers】 Not interested in the first world (Ancient Eastern Court Politics)? No problem! Here's how you can read: 1.Read the first 6 chapters of Arc 1 (to understand the world-building and the relationship between the two leads) 2.Then skip directly to Arc 2 It won't affect your understanding of the plot, and it definitely won't affect watching these two fall in love! Arc 2 is Modern Crime Investigation + Sweet Romance + Comedy, featuring plenty of: Hilarious scenes of cultivators vs. modern technology Sweet moments as three thousand years of secret love finally gets confessed Intricately woven detective reasoning Heartbreaking case revelations (but the main couple gets their HE!) 【World Background】 Three thousand years as mortal enemies. Now, reluctant "Saviors." Demon Sovereign Yin Wuwang and Sword Sovereign Xie Qingyan were swept into "Mending Heaven Station" at the climactic moment of the final battle between the righteous and demonic paths—a mysterious organization dedicated to rescuing collapsed novel worlds. To return to their original world, they must traverse nine crumbling stories, repair plot holes, and save worlds ruined by "incompetent authors." The first world was an ancient Eastern court drama of political intrigue. The two barely managed to work together, transforming from sworn enemies into reluctant partners. Now, they're about to enter the second world— The 21st century. Modern crime investigation. 【Arc 2: Modern Crime Investigation — The Night Wanderer】 "This sovereign is the Demon Lord! I've dominated three realms for three thousand years! Why won't this thing called a 'mouse' obey me?!" "...You're saying 'good boy' to a piece of plastic." "Shut up!" No spiritual energy, no magic, no flying swords—two cultivators are dropped into a modern metropolis devoid of any supernatural powers, playing detectives investigating a seemingly simple bar murder case. The problems: The phone's front camera lights up; Yin Wuwang thinks a demon is attacking The elevator descends; both nearly draw their swords thinking they're plummeting to their deaths They don't know what DNA testing is—only "blood drip kinship verification" The ATM password has to be deduced through reasoning (because the author never wrote it down) First time taking a taxi, almost blurted out "This sovereign wishes to go to—" The bigger problems: The original plot of this world is an absolute trainwreck—the killer's motive doesn't hold up, the cause of death contradicts itself, character personalities are falling apart. The world is collapsing, and they must find the truth "the right way" before everything crumbles. But are mortal cases really as simple as they appear? Arc 2 · Modern Crime Investigation — The Night Wanderer Two cultivators, solving crimes together, falling in love together. This time, the Demon Sovereign is finally going to speak up.
YTL165121 · 21.6k Views

FATED EYES

Upon the desolate soil of Baigu, a low-tier mortal planet where the winds carry the scent of ancient dust, a child was born with a gaze that defied the very fabric of existence. These were the Fated Eyes—a celestial anomaly capable of piercing the veil of the Heavenly Laws, yet demanding a toll of flesh and soul that no mortal frame was ever meant to endure. While other children chased the fleeting joys of youth, he was forged in the fires of premature maturity. Within a tender, burgeoning body, he embarked upon a path of cultivation that shattered the common logic of his world. Every breakthrough in his Cultivation Base was not merely a conquest of power; it was a grim trade—a symphony of agonizing loss and irreversible choices etched into his Dantian. His journey began in the shadow of a nameless village on Baigu, but the currents of destiny soon swept him toward alien realms where the laws of the universe grew increasingly ruthless. There, under the weight of indifferent heavens, a singular, crushing truth began to crystallize: the cosmos was a boundless abyss, and he was but a speck of dust dancing within its cold expanse. As the shadows of a forgotten past lengthened and the cryptic tapestry of his lineage began to unravel, he was met not with glory, but with the bitter sting of inadequacy. The strength he had bled for, the heights he had climbed—all were still insufficient to even touch the hem of the reality hidden behind the veil. This is not a mere chronicle of seeking supremacy. It is the odyssey of a child struggling to decipher the enigma of his own destiny, in a universe that never intended to be kind.
meddox · 268 Views