Cultivation Through Artifacts - Chapter 358 - Forceful Improvement (1)

Leisurely on the fairy road, the sword points to longevity.

At first, Chu Yu thought that she had transmigrated into a typical ancient housefighting novel. And all she had to do was grow up and get married quickly, and then, it would be perfect if her husband died and no one cared about her. Who would have thought that when she walked out of the backyard, she found out, hoho, this is a xianxia with a genius female protagonist- her eldest sister. Her eldest sister, Chu Qiong, had the golden finger of an immortal mansion. Her second sister, Chu Fan, who was suspected of being transmigrated from the same world as her (Captain Chu?), had a golden finger as well.

And she, a cannon fodder, the little Chu Yu, having poor qualifications and a short lifespan, vowed that she will never give up and be ridiculed!

She will fight against fate! Live long!

Strive to live until the end of the world, and live longer than deities.

Fortunately, she got a book of exercises that can be automatically practiced.

Fortunately, she can sell goods across all dimensions and accumulate resources.

Fortunately, she has two lovely sisters who will never give up on her, and think that she is prodigal.

The road to self-cultivation is extremely cruel, and many amazing and talented people fall halfway, but the three sisters want to see the scenery at the peak of this immortal road.

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“I turned into a young dragon and was captured and raised by an Evil Dragon. As we spent more time together, I noticed that the way the Evil Dragon looked at me started to become increasingly odd. It seemed... he was raising me as if I were his wife!” Princess Lucia, transformed into a young dragon, wrote down her discovery with trembling hands in her notebook.

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He called me his ruin. Then he made me one.Alpha Shiloh's rejection wasn’t just a scar—it was a betrayal. He left me shattered. Broken. And I had to rebuild myself in silence.I almost forgot the way his touch once burned like salvation.Now he’s back.Not to beg forgiveness. To bargain. A deadly mission, he says. He promises freedom.But then presence ignites my wolf into a frenzy. She thrashes, desperate to claim him again. But I remember the coldness in his eyes when he exiled me. The way the pack turned their backs as I crawled into the wilderness, half-dead and wholly broken. Hate simmers hotter than desire.Yet here I am, bargaining with the devil who shattered me. Every moment we share is a lie. He doesn’t know about the shadows I’ve fed, the truth I’ve buried.Or the child.One whisper of its existence, and the pack will paint the forest with my blood.But the closer we get to completing his mission, the harder it is to hide… from him, or from the part of me that still craves him.Freedom has a price.So does vengeance.And I’m not sure which will destroy me first.