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The Female Cultivator In The World Of Men

[Warning: Might contain things you won't be expecting.] Xin Xiao dies; only to reincarnate as a female in world of cultivation of snotty young masters and Nobel ladies. Born with a hidden bloodline and a unique body, Le Fang Ling struggles on the path to immortality with a cute loli system by her side and her lovers who accepts her for who she is. [A mini theatre] Le Fang Ling: Aiyo! So what cheats do I get? A cute loli system: Cheats? Skills? You are going to work your ass off to live like a proper cultivator! A senior sister: Hmph! I hate you...But come here, let me apply herbs on those injuries. It’s not that I like you or anything. A certain evil demoness: Let me suck you dry off your spiritual energy!! Tags: #Genderbender #system #Yuri #mature #cultivation #system #romance #harem #Slow paced at first then it picks up the pace #And do consider dropping by if you are just doing window shopping kek. I had mix max of ideas when I started this book, so the beginning chs are mess but t gets better later as it settles down. :D discord: https://discord.gg/AmhjqphM

Bird_Of_Paradise · Oriental
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Le Lao Ling And Le Fang ling

"Young Master, you can not come here." Two guards who were standing guard in front of  a big door shouted politely at a chubby and healthy young man who was snorting like a pig as he tried to storm inside the room.

"You lowly guards, let me go." Le Lao Ling shouted at the guards who were holding him. He was just a meter away from the door that could help him release all of his frustration.

Right behind those door was a man who had ruined all of his plan.

"Young master, please do not make a scene here." One of the guards who was holding his hand down requested him sincerely.

He had a tanned skin with a big build. His physical prowess alone could subdue a magical beast of middle tier strength. On his neck was a black metal choker which deeply contrasted with his honey colored skin.

Le Lao Ling tried to break free from the grasp of the man but in the face of such great strength, Le Lao Ling was like a wriggling fish without water.