Transcending the Nine Heavens
Chu Yang, the Ninth Master of the Nine Tribulations Sword, sacrificed almost everything he had for the sake of improving his martial arts, including the love of his life. After spending three years locating the fifth fragment of the Nine Tribulations Sword, he was ambushed by all sides at that very place. Mortally injured with no means of escape, Chu Yang executed a sacrificial technique by plunging the Nine Tribulations Sword into his very own heart. “With the blood of my heart, ten thousand tribulations will collapse!” After witnessing the death of all his ambushers, Chu Yang’s vision began to darken. At a distance, moments before his death, he saw the mastermind who had plotted his downfall — Mo Tian Ji. With that, his eyes finally closed. However, with a start, Chu Yang once again awoke to find that he had returned to when he was sixteen years of age! Furthermore, the Sword Spirit of the Nine Tribulations Sword now resided within his Dantian, the energy center of his body! From that very moment, Chu Yang would then begin to right all of his past regrets, and carve his very own legend by fulfilling his destiny as the final Master of the Nine Tribulations Sword, and defeating the Heavenly Devils beyond the realm of the Nine Heavens Continent.
I Become Your Wife, and You Also Become My Wife?
Translator: Novel Saga Editor: Novel Saga
Wu Qianqian was left gawking all of a sudden.
[This… feels somewhat wrong ah.] She suspiciously looked at the seemingly flat chest of Tie Butian. She couldn't help but grasp them in her hands… and then kneaded them…
"What?!" Wu Qianqian then cried out in alarm, and almost sent the tent flying off.
This was a rare scene of the 'indecent offender' unexpectedly screaming in panic before the 'assaulted individual' had…
Tie Butian only felt that her chest had gone numb. She couldn't prevent her whole face from turning crimson. This was summer time… so she was wearing fewer clothes…
"You are groping me!" Tie Butian blushed as she retorted. She could feel that the two hands were firmly grasping and kneading her breasts.
"Ah!"
Wu Qianqian called out in alarm, and jumped three steps back; her back was covered in cold sweat. Her face turned pale as she spoke in a stammering manner, "You, you, you… you, you, you, you, you… you, you, you…"