MTL - The Poison Doctor Mad Concubine is a Bit Tugged - Chapter 1782 One drop of water per person

One day, Song Shuhang was suddenly added to a chat group with many seniors that suffered from chuuni disease. The people inside the group would call each other ‘Fellow Daoist’ and had all different kinds of titles: Palace Master, Cave Lord, True Monarch, Immortal Master, etc. And even the pet of the founder of the group that had run away from home was called ‘monster dog’. They would talk all day about pill refining, exploring ancient ruins, or share their experience on techniques.

However, after lurking inside the group for a while, he discovered that not all was what it seemed…

So called ‘gods’ neither want nor desire anything. They’ve seen through the vanity of the mortal world and are outstanding amongst all living beings.

After being betrayed and murdered by his lover of 11 years, “Heavenly King” Qi Wenyuan is reborn as the entertainment circle’s number one vase, Lin Xi.  Good and evil will each meet their due according to natural laws. Those who doubt, raise their heads: who will the Heavens spare!

But…the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. Heavenly King Qi, have you really not noticed a certain man…behind you?

He’s the only God of Show Business, the one who’s been secretly in love with its Heavenly King for years. After a certain Heavenly King’s rebirth, he’s finally (?) fulfilling his aspirations for romantic love. From then on, the great deity found himself a partner, leaving the entertainment circles with no god.

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Other people’s Alliance Heads are unrivaled in the lands, with an incomparable domineering air. With a shake of their arm they could cause a thousand waves to ripple throughout Jianghu.

How does it feel to lose your parents at the tender age of four?Imagine the trauma, the psychological scars. Now, take it a step further—what if they died right in front of you?That was Kael’s reality. As a young boy, he watched his parents perish while desperately protecting a golden coin.At the time, Kael had no idea of its significance. He only knew that their deaths were tied to it.Fleeing from his father’s murderers, he was forced to survive on the unforgiving streets, learning to fight, steal, and endure.Twelve years later, he had transformed into one of the deadliest assassins the world had ever known.He had no official title. No known employer. No traceable identity. Just a calling card.They called him The Coin Flipper.Not because he left his mark, but because after every kill—just as the body hit the ground, as the last breath escaped—he would flip a coin.No one knew why. Some believed it was mockery, a cruel reminder that fate had turned against them. Others thought it was ritual.But what they didn’t know was that each coin held power—literal currency of the Core System embedded in Kael’s soul.Every kill earned him millions. Digital fortunes funneled into off-grid accounts with each confirmed target. Blood turned into bounty, pain into profit.And one thing was certain: if you saw the glint of a coin spinning through the air, death had already found you.