I Have A Cultivation World - Chapter 2549 - 1151:

She was dressed in white, with a mysterious orchid imprint on her forehead, her skin like jade is always covered with a veil. Since childhood, she had left her parents due to her special status and lived her life with her master in the clouds. She was not yet ten when her medicinal skills were renowned in the world. In order to save the people, she descended the mountains, however, she encountered a storm on the way to the epidemic area. The man who saved her would tease her for enjoyment, little did they know…

Rei just wanted to read novels in peace, no girlfriends, no drama, no accidental death by divine lightning meant for a cockroach…But for now, he is the son of a powerful duke, reincarnated into a fantasy world full of magic, monsters—and dangerously obsessed women.They were childhood friends of that duke son. They all are sweet noble girls. One is emperor’s daughter and one is my older sister. Now they’re grown up… and they all want one thing.And that thing is Rei.Welcome to a world where love means stalking, loyalty means stabbing your rivals, and marriage proposals come with blood pacts and fireballs and even my system mocks me. Rei fiancées battle each other daily and his life is a romantic comedy… except it’s also a warzone.Oh, and his final mission is marry the Demon Queen. A literal succubus overlord trying to conquer the world.Somebody please help him. In a realm of swords, sorcery, and yandere chaos. So, he can find peace or at least keep his limbs attached.

It is the 49th year of Konoha, and the Uchiha clan massacre is only seven years away.A set of women's clothing that accelerates training when worn.A Zanpakutō that grants invincibility upon releasing its Bankai.In this urgent and chaotic time, Qing Chuan has been transported to this world.To survive, he has no choice but to don women's clothes and speed up his training.While training, he meets Itachi Uchiha. To hide his identity and avoid suspicion, he takes on the alias Haruko.In the blink of an eye, seven years have passed...