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I alone am the Honoured One!

What do you mean by there are cultivators in this world? And I have a heaven defying physique? Zhao Tian is living a normal life with his family including his mom and sister! But what will happen when he comes to know that this modern world he is living in is not normal and there are people who can use supernatural powers who are called 'cultivators?' He came to know that he has a physique that could even defy the mortal limitations of the heavens. From there his life changed with many women entering his life. And there seem to be a lot of secrets that lie within him that he doesn't even know himself. What will he do after knowing about his secret and origins?! ----------------------- The most important thing. NO NTR! NO YURI Dual Cultivation Yeah, there will also be r18 scenes, it will be marked as * and not every other chapter will be R18 Come and read it! At least try the free chapters man! The Mc is not a simp. He is cold toward his enemies and doesn't hesitate to kill them. He only shows his gentle side towards his loved ones and is very affectionate of them. English is not my first language, so there might be some errors and if you see an error you can para comment on it. I am constantly improving myself. Join discord: https://discord.gg/mzERE9sGhX 500 powerstones = 1 bonus chapter 100 Golden tickets = 2 bonus chapters Big gifts = bonus chapters ------------------------ Handsome MC R18 Big harem Incest

Akkuzz_69 · 東方
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The Heaven sent child [3]

*CRACKLE* The first streak of golden lightning tore through the sky, descending like a divine spear aiming to obliterate Zhao Tian. 

It was a bolt of pure destruction, aimed directly at Zhao Tian, who stood in the center of the shattered arena. 

He made no move to dodge. No defensive formation, no barrier of astral energy, no talismanic shield—just his body, standing against the heavens 

BOOM!

*CRACK* The arena shook violently, cracks forming across its surface as the energy surged outward.

Dust and debris filled the air, obscuring Zhao Tian's figure.

Yao Jing stood at the edge of the arena, her fists clenched tightly as her heart pounded in her chest. 

Her instincts screamed for her to intervene, but she bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, forcing herself to stay put. 

When the dust finally settled, Zhao Tian's figure emerged and his robes were scorched, his hair slightly disheveled, but no visible injuries on his body.