Wake Up Male Lead, You Belong With The Female Lead!

Wei Liang slowly turned around and locked eyes with her. “You’re not sad?” “Ah!” Lin Jiu gave a small start. Of course she felt no sadness. Not only were those two never particularly good people, but in this ruthless cultivation world, she herself was barely surviving, uncertain even of tomorrow—how could she spare the emotion […]

As Wei Liang drew near, Lin Jiu’s heart skipped a beat. His black robe was covered in holes of various sizes, and through the torn fabric, a dark red expanse was clearly visible underneath—it looked, at first glance, as though he were wearing a blood-colored middle garment beneath his outer robe. But Lin Jiu knew

At this moment, Wei Liang and Wang Chuan’en were locked in a standoff before the Nine Sun Pagoda. “The previous Sword Monarch, your master Qin Wuchuan, was an old friend of mine. Every time I visited him, we would always have a good spar. Now that he’s gone, and you’ve inherited his mantle, what harm

“Ugh!!” Blood splattered. However, the one injured was not Lin Dong. The curved dagger flew out of Elder Jiang’s hand and embedded itself into another elder’s shoulder. At the same time, Elder Jiang’s wrist had already been covered in blood, half-severed.

Good news never travels far, but bad news spreads a thousand miles. Just as Lin Jiu plunged headfirst into the large bundle of soft white fur and rolling around on the warm, plush belly of Doulong, the news that Wei Liang had personally locked her inside the Nine Sun Pagoda had already spread across the

“Actually, I think you can put the Wang family aside for now. Maybe you should capture Qin Yunxi first—before he causes unnecessary trouble for you?” Lin Jiu offered a sincere suggestion. “After all, he’s your first disciple. If you let him run around spouting nonsense, it could damage your reputation.”

In this pitch-dark abyss of a pagoda, in this bone-chilling cold, all the emotions Lin Jiu had kept suppressed deep in her heart suddenly burst out. She was just hiding for a short while to cry, that was all—she thought to herself. Once she wiped her tears away, she would face with courage whatever she

It had been three days since Lin Jiu left the secret realm. In a small town in the mortal realm, a man and a woman were arguing loudly. The woman’s delicate face was full of anger, while the man wore a troubled expression, sighing repeatedly. They were none other than Qin Yunxi and Liu Qingyin.

One by one, more members of the Wang family emerged from the swirling storm. Lin Jiu found herself face to face with Wang Weizhi once again, his gaze flickered briefly before his tall figure disappeared into the crowd. “This woman is Wei Liang’s wife.” The speaker was a woman dressed in gorgeous robes, her tone

Lin Jiu opened her eyes, only to find Wang Weizhi standing in front of her, looking just as bewildered. “We’re out?” He stared at her blankly. “No, wait—Huang Chuan said he’d give you the greatest gift, a surprise! Why did you come out empty-handed?!”