MTL - The Sage Who Transcended Samsara - v9 Chapter 41 The closer you get, the harder it is

From the outside, Nana’s life seemed simple. She had everything she had ever wanted: a cute but rascally pair of twin brothers, a best friend, and her own restaurant. Nana couldn’t ask for anything more; she was happy and content in her life.

Su Ji, a famous figure in the history books and a generation of demon concubine, has passed through!

As soon as she opened her eyes, she became the daughter of the Su family—a beautiful, pitiful little girl who was bullied by anyone who saw her.

It is also a small transparent girl group with countless black materials and paste to the eighteenth line.

Isn’t this… a full-level player returning to the novice village?

The demon concubine in the eyes of the world: her beauty is a disaster for the water, a disaster for the country and the people.

But I don’t know the real demon concubine – with great skills, decathlon, and not many cruel words!

On the stage of the performance, a shocking dance turned against the wind!

The calligraphy conference, the long-lost Huajin style is amazing!

In the museum, more than 10,000 cultural relics unearthed from the Mausoleum of the Demon Concubine shocked the country!

In the live broadcast room, the same red jade cream and muscle pills in Gongdou drama rejuvenated overnight!

The super wealthy Pei family has a fashionable old man who loves chasing stars and vows to make Su Ji his grandson-in-law!

The world knows that the third master Pei is rich but ruthless and not interested in women.

Black fans are looking forward to her marrying in and being a widow to watch a good show.

Later, at the award ceremony of the Grand Slam, Su Ji felt nauseated.

Fans thought she was sick, only the third master Pei, who had chased after her for two lifetimes, looked distressed: she has a second child, why is her reaction so big?

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Everyone in the world said that the demon concubine brought disaster to the country and the people. Only he knew that she recruited talents from all over the world, knew people who were good at responsibilities, and laid the foundation stone for the peace of later generations.

In his previous life, he was a loyal dog boss who loved her to the core but could not show his face. After her death, he built a pure gold coffin for her and left with her regrets.

In this life, I will never let her go again…

[1v1 Shuangjie, sweet pet abuse scum, the all-powerful demon concubine conquers the world]

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Le Wan transmigrated into a book, becoming a sacrifice in the fight between a real rich daughter and a fake rich daughter. Being the cousin of the real rich daughter, she had a good family background and looks, as well as the affection of all other family members and her fiance. She is unquestionably the object of group pampering, treated like a princess, and born lucky… She would have been a winner if she had not sabotaged herself.

However, the problem was that her fiance was the male lead! A philandering scumbag, he would always call Le Wan ‘darling’ before the female lead showed up, stealing the cousin’s heart. However, once the female lead appeared, he started calling her ‘sister’ instead and distant himself, insisting that he was loyal to the female lead. Being lovestruck and having been pampered since birth, Le Wan’s original body could not accept being dumped for the rich daughter, who was raised in a farming village! She decided to endlessly harass the female lead, reducing herself to cannon fodder and subjecting her whole family to the same fate.

However, Le Wan was her own person, and she would rather stay pampered by her family and live with them happily ever after. Male lead? That piece of trash? He belongs in a trash can! I have no feelings for him at all! The rich daughter tried to frame her to get the family’s affection and use her as a tool? Sorry, but I don’t live in a dog-eat-dog world as you do. Bring me my popcorn. I will watch them tear each other apart! The ice-cold villain? Stroking her chin and smiling like a shrewd fox, Le Wan said: Oh, poor you… Come to me. I will pamper you lots. The villain who was receiving lots of cuddling: What happened? Who am I? Where am I?

“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.