As An Immortal, I Only Learn Forbidden Skills - Chapter 4: Life is Not Easy

Qin Jianxi transmigrated into a very bloody novel.

She was the female supporting role who was pitiful, was divorced by the male lead, was used by the female lead, and was revenged by the male lead.

Dedicate her liver and kidneys to her family, anyway, wherever she needs to add bricks and tiles, she will be moved there.

This is really a miserable death after licking the dog until there is nothing left.

Now that she has become this super female supporting role, her fucking mentality has collapsed.

Money is not good? Isn’t the food delicious? Is it not good to live? Why do you do that…

When Fu Ge met Qin Jianxi for the first time, she was cleaning up her ex-fiancé.

I thought, this woman is really strong.

When Fu Ge saw Qin Jianxi for the second time, she jumped from the fourth floor easily and landed perfectly.

He’s so mentally broken.

When Fu Ge saw Qin Jianxi for the third time, she was dancing on the stage, sweet, charming and wild.

His heart fell completely.

When the scum found out that Qin Jianxi was the richest man, their mentality collapsed.

They hoped that Qin Jianxi would be dumped by Mr. Fu.

It turns out that she is the top scientific research expert, she is the computer expert, and she is also the top wizard in the medical field.

1VS1 favorite text, stronger men and stronger women. The male protagonist watches his wife with a 20-level filter, and his daughter-in-law is the most perfect in the world.

Genius prodigy ​Ji Yu married the icy ​CEO Gu Yan out of gratitude, assuming their union was a temporary transaction. Wrong. While she breezed through their sham marriage, Gu Yan—her “husband-in-name-only”—quietly rewrote the rules.Post-divorce, Ji Yu thrives: clubbing with models, sipping champagne, and flaunting her freedom. ​Post-divorce, Gu Yan implodes: stalking her parties, hijacking her dates, and growling, “Try replacing me. I dare you.”But fate laughs at their feud. On the night their divorce is finalized, a reckless encounter ignites—hotter, messier, and utterly unforgettable. Now Gu Yan, the once-detached tycoon, is addicted to the wife he never truly let go.“Marry me again. Legally. Shamelessly. Forever.”“No. But thanks for the one-night souvenir, Mr. Ex.”

“They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.”(Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.)You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing?The MC who never laughs.Never feels.Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence.He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.”He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.”He never flinches, never laughs, never lives —And you call that strength?Funny.Because to me?That’s just a prison in disguise.You see an “alpha.”I see a boy too scared to feel anything real.While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice,I’m already making the Saintess scream,drenched in sin,halo cracked,legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her.And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control.I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh.I didn’t need to dominate her mind —I freed her heart.But that scares people, doesn’t it?Because readers trust the ones who suffer.Who stay quiet.Who kill without blinking and love without showing it.But me?I flirt.I laugh.I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry.I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness.I weaponize mine.Pleasure. Connection. Laughter.That’s my arsenal.And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves,Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems,I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again.You call that luck?Nah.That’s mastery of the three worlds.Because in a world that respects coldness,I came in hot.Where others manipulate, I connect.Where they posture, I play.Where they sacrifice, I seduce.So go ahead.Call me a simp.But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny,I’m the one making goddesses question theirs —with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets.I’m not the hero.Not the villain.I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.

In this brand new era of Beast Taming, who can rightfully claim the title of the King of Beasts?