MTL - So Fragrant [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 20

Jiang Shang travels through the Zongman world, but the first world is Fuyuki City?

Joan of Arc, who was not supposed to be alive, came to her door and begged him to participate in the Holy Grail War?

I thought it was the beginning of hell.

At the critical moment, the system awakens!

Just make choices, or rewrite the plot, to get amazing rewards!

“Ally with Joan, get: Top Heroic Spirit Template!”

“Choose to save Matou Sakura, get: Imaginary Space!”

“Summon a mad-ranked servant, get: the holy gun of the end!”

The Holy Grail War begins!

Facing the arrogant King of Heroes, Jiang Shang showed his magic whip under the dull gaze of all the heroes!

“Arrogant tyrants should be beaten constantly.”

“I won’t stop until you admit your mistake.”

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The next morning, Jian Anning asked, “What is happiness?” Yu Xingxing hooked his lips into a smile and suddenly pulled her into a tight embrace. “Happiness,” he said, “is being with the one you love and doing things that make you happy. Let's continue, wife!” Jian Anning kicked him off. “Get lost!”

Mu Sheng transmigrated into a male harem article, and became a member who was about to be included in the harem by the male lead.
In this article, the male protagonist fell off a cliff and met the old man with a white beard, and from then on he began to kill the Quartet and dominate the road. Of course, there are beauties everywhere you go.
The master of Taiyi sect, the young master of Tianji sect, the princess of the demon clan, the empress of the demon clan… any one of her identities is more prominent than her, the little junior sister of the outer sect.
Mu Sheng didn’t have any ambition to save the heroine, after knowing the bad news, Mu Sheng just wanted to run away overnight.
Later, the disciples of the Tianyan Sect found out that the junior sister from the outer sect who loved to practice swords the most no longer practiced swords, and volunteered to take care of Lingtian.

The lost ancient spiritual plants and the hard-to-serve high-level elixir filled the spiritual field in a mess.
Mu Sheng originally thought that he could avoid the plot in this way, and be her salty fish with peace of mind, but he didn’t expect that he could make a name for himself by farming any land.

Zhuang Yuyanxiang, the suzerain of Taiyi sect, has a car and a BMW, and his aura is obvious.
——”Give me Lingjiang Grass, and I will accept you as a personal disciple.”
Mu Sheng: “It’s good to be alone.”
Xia Yingying, the princess of the demon clan, stepped on the demon dragon, pampering and unrestrained.
—— “Please get out of here.”
Mu Sheng: “Okay, I will pay the travel expenses.”
Ye Xingyao, the young master of Tianjimen, was in a state of desperation, his white clothes stained with blood.
——”You save my life, and I will make a divination table for you and calculate the secrets of heaven.”
Mu Sheng: “I’m an atheist, I don’t believe in fate.”
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She really just wants to be a salted fish, grow crops, make alchemy, and raise furry. She doesn’t want to face all the heroines!

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When the admissions office of Witch Academy called, I was stunned—I had been accepted into a school I never imagined I could touch.Yes, I am a boy and it is an all-girls’ academy, but they did not mind, so I saw no reason to object. I had applied secretly, without telling my family, just to take a chance.But as soon as those striking seniors greeted us newcomers—pressing every boy against the wall with a knowing smile—I realized things were about to spin out of control.“Oh, come now, you sweet little freshman,” one of them said smoothly, her voice full of mischief. “Don’t make this difficult for me, your big sis. Swallow this core and transform into a witch like me, alright?”She held the glowing orb before us, half-threatening, half-teasing, almost inviting the new boys to react. It was clear she enjoyed it—the blend of fear and resistance in their expressions. Our unease seemed to be her personal amusement.After all, they only had this opportunity once a year.