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Conquest of Taboo and Debauchery

What I'm a Dual Cultivator, such a great news but why do I have the skills and strength of the barbarian from the game that I made to pass time?? The born frail son of a wealthy family who known by the name "Ye Fei", he has been always the object of protection by his mother, twin sister, aunts, half -sisters, fiancee and his mother-in-law. But he overcome his weakness by awakening his Dual Cultivation physique and gaining his own game character skills, but now who will burn in his LUST first while living with this many women. As days past, countless beauties in the city have become his increasing lust targets. Well no woman will be left out of his claws. Every beautiful woman is a delicate flower in his eyes, and he will make these delicate flowers his alone. He picked them all around, and then stretched out his powerful wings, so that they would not be hurt a little.... He'll take back everything that's belong to him. He'll take back his Father GANG control from his uncle and cousin. He'll find out the mastermind behind the plotting of his mother family loses and kill them in the most ruthless manner possible. Can he control his growing lust while his cousin Ye Yu who got their family gang is plotting for his demise. This is a story that is never told before nor can anyone told; this is the untold story of conquest of love, taboo and lust above all. ... THIS IS A NOVEL WHERE YOU'LL COMMIT SIN BY READING IT OR NOT READING IT! Must read till 30th-chap FANTASY+ DUAL CULTIVATION + URBAN + VR + CULTIVATION + MARTIAL ARTS /\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\ Please give this novel a read: *Death Game: Beyond Reality* If you like series like Squid game, jigsaw,etc.. Just give it a read you'll thank me.

Dill_Doe · Fantaisie
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206 Chs

135: Ye Fei's Strength Showcase

The crowd gathered at the funeral was composed of hardened individuals, people who had seen and experienced much in life. Yet, when the sound of gunfire echoed through the solemn mourning hall, even they were momentarily stunned.

Even the younger ones, like Ye Jing and Lin Ling, who might have been less exposed to violence in real life, recognized the sound, having heard it on TV countless times.

Everyone instinctively turned toward the source of the shot, and what they saw left them speechless. Hu Yibiao, who had strutted into the hall just moments earlier with arrogance and disdain, lay on the floor. A small, clean hole pierced through the middle of his forehead, with blood slowly oozing out.

The once proud leader of the Qinglong Gang was dead. His eyes were still wide open in disbelief, as though even in his final moments, he couldn’t fathom that Ye Fei, a boy barely eighteen, would dare to kill him—and in front of so many witnesses.