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Heart Cultivation

One who said, "I am bad guy!" was speaking a lie. One who said, "I am a good guy!" was actually hiding the truth. Jen Xuan Rong is the center of attention for a few reasons, could she become what her ancestors had decided for her? and how far she could survive in the world of stronger opponents? Her husband should not be the one evil willed. Would she choose one from the two? Or walk on her alone path? ~~~~~~ Its a cultivation novel with female lead. Enjoy the development of this story with the author here... Author _Sha Photo, not mine, credit to the rightful owner. ........... "With the opponent sent flying, Jen was left in the middle of the battleground. The genius tried hard to stand up on his feet but he trembled and fell again. His appearance got messed with a single slap. A small line of blood appeared from the corner of his mouth. Apparently, it was a small injury but only he himself could elaborate his internal injuries. He looked at the calm girl one last look and collapsed. Jen really hates such learners who wanted to take advantage of weaknesses of others but he met with Jen, his bad luck."

_Sha · Fantaisie
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Disguise: First Kill

Jen heaved a sigh, she made her first kill very carefully, now it was time to move for another.

She clearly knew that she cannot kill them all and burry in the depths of snow so it was her plan to make use of every opportunity, this was the only reason that she took this risk to enter in the caravan.

The purpose to request the protector was that the hunters would be forced to find another exit and according to the custodians it would be most difficult task for anyone with lesser means of survival even if one has all possible means one cannot defeat the frozen basin and cross it alive.

So Jen thought to use this Frozen Basin in her plan to kill the hunters, in case the upper sphere tried to reach the hunters it would be difficult and suppose if they reached then it would be considered late and only hunters would be blamed for this choice.

The caravan was moving with the same pace, other than the sudden death of a hunter there was no more bitter incident.