Level Up: Voidwalker - Chapter 11: The White Warden

Lu Xingzhi's eighteenth birthday gift was a handsome and wealthy fiancé.From then on, she bid farewell to her life as a lonely orphan and transformed directly into a glamorous, wealthy beauty, stepping onto the pinnacle of life.She began a life of slapping down jerks, basking in the happiness of being cherished.“Uncle, do you like me?”Huo Jincheng: “I thought I made it clear enough.”Lu Xingzhi: “...”Seems like it's quite obvious.“Zhi Zhi, I'll give you everything you want, but you can't leave me.”Lu Xingzhi nodded vigorously. Her Uncle was rich and handsome, good to her, and she'd have to be crazy to leave him.She, the genius piano girl, dazzled on the international stage in the brightest light.He was the business emperor who could stir clouds and rain, giving all his tenderness to her.[Sweet Pampering]

In the mirror of life and soul, Yanchun showed that she was the one who loved her in the opening scene, and in the end, everyone betrayed her, and her lover changed her heart.
The legendary Scorpio Lone Star, whoever is involved cannot die.
Yanchun refused to accept.
But no matter how she tried to change, everything would get worse in the end, and she was even regarded as a lunatic by her lover and relatives…
Then Yan Chun chose to give up the treatment completely.
Go to his grandmother’s ring dog, and even if she dies, she has to die in her own hands!
When robbing a man, the heroine of Destiny complained tearfully: You are just relying on a good life, and he will like you when you are near the water tower!
Yan Chun sneered: I am so blamed for being born? I’m looking at your face and it’s still according to me, why don’t you take it off and pay me back?
Former friends made things difficult, tried to kidnap Yanchun morally to force Yanchun to apologize, and incited fellow students to accuse Yanchun.
Yan Chun shook his index finger lightly: As long as I have no morals, no one can blame me.
On the edge of the cliff of life and death in the secret realm, facing the devil’s cave that requires blood sacrifices to pacify the living, it should have been Yanchun who accidentally pushed Senior Brother Zhuma down.
Yan Chun didn’t even bother to push, so he looked around and said casually, “Is there any brother who loves me?” Jump down, come back alive and I’ll marry you.
Then there really was a normally inconspicuous disciple who jumped in.
Decades later he came back alive.
Yanchun: … play, play off.
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I thought that an ant like me would never meet the star I love in my life, until one day she said, jump down, come back alive and I will marry you.
Then I climbed over the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood and touched the stars – Yin Yuchen
Good at yin and yang, old yin and yang, little junior sister vs yin prey
My current cultivation base is set: Entering the Delusion (strengthening the body), Destructing the Delusion (permanent appearance), Deviating from the Ordinary (rising 250 years old, mid-term 500 years old, peaking at 1000 years old), Cocoon Soul (you can descend at will Others are human and spiritual (share the same life with heaven and earth)
Magic cultivation settings: sharpening (invading), destroying soul (middle devil), and violent spirit (big devil) in front, middle and peak levels
The copy was written on 2021.6.27, screenshots have been taken
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Bricks and flowers are random, and lightning is self-avoiding.
Content tags: Special liking, a match made in heaven, Xianxia Cultivation, Sister and Brother Love
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“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.

[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT 18+. No rape. No NTR. No Yuri]WebNovel Spirity Awards 2025 EntryPlease note that any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, real world events, or locales is purely coincidental and unintentional. The characters, places, and incidents portrayed in this work of fiction are products of the author's imagination.