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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

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A small look into the past [2]

As Makena stood in the aftermath of the battle, she looked at the corpses around her... they were the bodies of every innocent life she had unwittingly taken.

Her father's voice echoed through her mind, reminding her of her "duty" to the clan, but each of his words felt like another rope tightening around her throat.

She felt suffocated, as her identity was swallowed by a role she had never chosen.

The evil sect, watching from the shadows, sent their acolytes to gather the crimson essences left from the scorched corpses. 

They didn't see Makena as the prodigy she was raised to be but as a resource, a well of unending power they could drain.

The High Priest of the sect approached her, a grotesque figure dressed in dark robes.

His skeletal hand reached out, touching her shoulder with a mockery of kindness.

His touch was ice against her skin, chilling her to the bone, yet she couldn't move, bound by the potion that eroded her will.