Spirit Hunters of Maoshan Sect - Chapter 9

[Mind Reading + Drama + Family’s Favorite + Wealthy Family + Entertainment Circle]Ji Fei’s soul was mistakenly hooked, and she transmigrated into the body of a resentful wife about to be divorced from a wealthy family.[Oh my! After the divorce, I’ll be rich, beautiful, and single. Who needs a husband? What? I was framed… Divorce! Quick, divorce! If they discover the truth, I won’t be able to escape!]Mr. Qin, about to sign the divorce papers: ???Soon after, the company’s trusted executive secretary is taken away by the police.With the divorce attempt failing, Ji Fei can only continue being the wealthy family’s wife, fortunately with a drama-watching system to keep her company.[What? The orphan my sister-in-law wants to adopt is her husband’s ex-girlfriend’s child? My brother-in-law is trying to mooch off the family!]The sister-in-law, who was being pressured to adopt due to infertility: !!!That night, the sister-in-law kicks out the ungrateful family.[Shocking! The younger brother-in-law mistook someone for his childhood sweetheart, breaking his true love’s heart. When he discovers the truth, won’t he have to grovel for forgiveness?]The younger brother-in-law, who was defending the innocent-looking girl and criticizing his fiancée: What!A few days later, the younger brother-in-law kicks out the innocent-looking girl knocking on his door at midnight and smoothly kneels before his fiancée’s door.[How wretched! The younger sister-in-law is so blinded by love, about to elope with an arrogant, sleazy man behind the family’s back. She doesn’t even know that the meal was just takeout re-plated by that scumbag?!]The younger sister-in-law, who was describing how her boyfriend cooked a meal for her, making her feel true love, and hoping the family would accept her delinquent boyfriend: …After returning to school, the younger sister-in-law’s head clears up, and she dumps the meal box on the scumbag’s face.[I’ve finished all the drama around me, time to check out others’ drama.]The entire Qin family transforms into drama-hungry spectators: Wait, what drama? Take us with you to watch!!!Life has three joys: watching drama, gossiping, and joining in the excitement!!

Genius Neurosurgeon Lǐ Xīnyuàn died while being held at the gunpoint to perform a surgery on a terrorist leader.When he opened his eyes, he had transmigrated into a world similar to a Webnovel he'd been forced to read by a colleague.Now you'd think Lǐ Xīnyuàn had transmigrated into that Webnovel. But did he?No! Instead he'd been transmigrated into that webnovel's spin-off/“what-if” version of the story with nothing but the superficial knowledge of the plot thanks to reading the main novel.Now tasked with the mission of avoiding plotholes, unnecessary dog-blood, death and following the storyline to ensure the male lead's ascension to the throne of Supreme Emperor, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.And why did no one tell him that his character had to be married into the Male Lead's harem??What about the Female Lead?Later:Lǐ Xīnyuàn: Why doesn't Your Highness spend the night with concubine Yang?ML: Don't want to.Lǐ Xīnyuàn: ... Why?ML: Are you pushing me away?Lǐ Xīnyuàn: QAQ

Opening her eyes, she becomes the eldest daughter of the Great General of Liuyin Kingdom.She is the modern girl that transmigrated into a world that only respects the strong.Bullied by her cousins...Broken engagement...She did not care about all of that.Her motto is inspired by one of her favourite anime, Hyouka: “If I don't have to do it, I won't. If I have to do it, I'll make it quick.”“You already come into this Lord's hug. Don't you dare to run?” A Lord threatens her.“Do you think I'm scared of you? You can keep dreaming.” She spoke back.She just wants to have a peaceful life, however, can she has it?

“Villains aren’t born, they’re made...blah...blah...”Cute quote. Stick it on your Tumblr header next to your anime pfp.You boys love your villain stories, don’t you?You want carnage. Chaos. Control. You want a dark throne, a cold smirk, and a woman kneeling at your feet begging for mercy.But you?You don’t want to lift a damn finger.You’ll cheer for the villain as he kills a god, but cry when he gets betrayed.You call it “plot armor” when the hero survives—but call it “art” when the villain does the impossible.You’re not fans of villains.You’re fetishists.You want the violence, but not the silence after it.You want domination, but not the burden of being hated.You want power, but only if the story forgives you for it.You don’t read these stories to understand evil.You read them because you think you're too good to win the normal way.“Villains don’t play fair.”Exactly. That’s why you love them.Because you wouldn’t last a day in a world where strength mattered and excuses didn’t.You don’t want a villain’s life.You want his results.You want to watch him burn the world for a woman.But you’d cry if a girl left you on read.So tell me—What exactly are you rooting for?At least unlike you, I support heroes—the ones with boobs.You know the type.Tits squeezed into latex, thighs tight in spandex, preaching virtue with cum-drunk eyes the moment they fall into my arms but always end up screaming my name instead.She flies above cities, saving lives like it’s her job.But at night? She crashes into my arms, trembling, moaning, clawing at my back like I’m the only real thing she’s ever touched.Her cape drops before her guard does.But I don't need to tear it off.She hands it over herself—bit by bit, kiss by kiss, lie by beautiful lie.You ever felt a heroine's breath hitch in your ear as she begs you to stop pretending you're the bad guy?Ever watched the symbol of hope ride you like you're the last man left after the world ended?That's not conquest.That’s devotion, baby.Unfiltered. Undeniable.And the irony?They fall the hardest.Because no villain ever tried to understand them. No hero ever dared to see past the shine and into the ache beneath.But I do.I whisper into the cracks of their perfection.I plant kisses where they hide their pain.I fuck them where they forget to wear their strength.And when they break—when their moans turn to prayers, when their strength melts into submission—That’s when I rise.I’m not just some brooding misfit out for revenge, or a misunderstood loner sitting around hoping for a shot at redemption.I’m not a villain.I’m the SUPERVILLAIN—the kind your heroines moan for when the cameras are off and the capes are crumpled on my floor.