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Lord Of Succubi:Transmigrated As A Dual Cultivator In Isekai Of Magic

Nexus found himself transmigrated into an isekai of magic, where he encountered a captivating Dual Cultivation System. Realizing the importance of this system for his progress, he embarked on a quest to seek out girls who would wholeheartedly participate in the practice of dual cultivation alongside him. Failure to find willing partners meant that his ability to upgrade and advance would be severely hindered. Unfortunately, it appeared that the inhabitants of this magical isekai realm were oblivious to the concept of dual cultivation. Thankfully, within this realm, there existed a race known as succubi. These non-human beings possessed the ability to nourish themselves through the consumption of men's semen. Regrettably, they were considered undesirable by humans. Yet, Nexus discovered that he was an exceptional match for these succubi, forming a natural bond that made them highly compatible partners. Furthermore, Nexus encountered a stark contrast between the techniques described in the Xianxia novel he possessed and the actual magic present within the isekai realm. The disparity was substantial, requiring him to invest a considerable amount of time to acclimate himself to this unfamiliar form of magic. With his newfound allies, Nexus set out to make a profound impact on this new world. Tags: Fast-Paced | Dual Cultivation | Magic | Virgins | Harem | No-Yuri | Monster Girls |

Taosnothing · ファンタジー
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540 Chs

Chapter 115 Negotiate

A male voice- ultra masculine, and super assertive, boomed from the other end of the room;

"Don't suffocate her with questions dear, Lady Russell's only just arrived. . ."

The tall man swaggered into the room like he owned the place.

He was tall- over six foot five. On his head and face were rich tufts of white hair that announced both his wisdom and age. The coat tail of his jacket flapped behind him, as he bounced forward despite, leaning on the long cane in his hands.

Madeline Russell rose to her feet at once;

"Lord Fitch," she curtsied.

"Lady Russell." He inclined his head politely; "How nice to see you after so long. Please seat."

She waited for him to sit before she sank into the soft cushion behind her. The servant girl emerged holding a tray with fiercely expensive sets of china. Fresh steam rose up them, and curling into the air, and disappearing into the atmosphere.

"You look well," he announced.