Alvin was immediately infuriated at the thought of Leah behaving foolishly with his money just as she did with her parents’ wealth. “The money I give her is for household expenses. It's still mine. If she doesn't have the good sense to spend it well, I will stop giving her lots of money. I might have a few millions, but they're not to be wasted. It was gotten through the blood sacrifices I made, endangering myself. I won't allow her to use it in an improper way.” “Alright, alright. I believe she has learnt her lessons already. I will transfer the money. You should just tell her to pay the salary of staff, maintain the farm and improve the standard of living for those working at the ranch. She should also provide the supplies and pay the bills from it. You will be too busy to handle these things. So she might as well run the house till you find a better option. I will transfer the money now.” Alvin nodded and reached for his towel, wrapping it around his waist. He had already lai

Alvin entered the shower again and turned on the shower hose. “Damn it.” He whispered, caressing his co*k which was rock hard. “How could this happen?” He whispered, ramming his fist into the shower cubicle. “You should be happy that you got tempted. Otherwise, the girls would actually believe that you're impotent.” The system chipped in. “Impotent? Who is impotent?” Alvin asked in fury. “That's what your girls just said when they saw Elena taking the walk of shame after getting rejected. What kind of healthy man actually rejects such beautiful women without even blinking. Even I would have been worried about you if you still had no reaction to her. You should enjoy beautiful ladies now that you're still young.” “No, thanks. I don't need women in my life at this point in time.” Alvin replied absent minded. “Hey, you asked me about the way to rapidly increase soul power a while ago. I told you it's through working hard at cultivation. But there are actually a few short cu

“The techniques you learn are a collection of the most powerful techniques from the strongest martial Gods. The god you just fought—or rather, who just beat you up, is none other than the assassin god, Sima Wu Jian. He's the commander of darkness, and doesn't need weapons to kill. At the age of fifteen he killed cultivators two realms higher than his realm back then. And you must realize that a gap in cultivation realm is insurmountable for cultivators. Someone of a higher realm can easily squash another of a lower realm without breaking a sweat. That's why a battle is only fair when carried out among people of the same realm. Now imagine someone killing not one, but two people two realms higher than he is. Impossible and ridiculous, right? But he did it and came out alive. The method of learning takes you to the masters who created the technique, or rather simulates them. And inside that simulation created by the system, you learn personally from the creators. As for Sima Wu Jian wh

Anthony picked up a pen from the bedside table and removed the pen cover. He walked to the balcony, overlooking the garden. With concentration, he aimed at one of the branches of the apple tree in the garden. However, his aim suddenly changed at the last minute, and he hurled the pen without much thought. Almost immediately, the cry of a bird was heard, alongside a dull thud. The pen had pierced a bird flying past, instantly killing the bird. Anthony couldn't help but smile, although a small part of him felt sorry for the bird. “Amazing. Accuracy is 100%. Congratulations master, you have reached perfection in the hidden weapon technique.” Just then, the people who were in the other garden relaxing heard the strange sound and ran to the spot. Amanda reached the bird first and screamed in horror, quickly rushing back. “What was that?” Elena asked, holding Oliver tightly. Sam reached there and gasped, his eyes wide with shock. He picked it up and showed it to them. “Someone k

The emotions soon gripped Alvin and tears began to roll down his cheeks from behind the mask as he immersed himself in the memories of his past. The pain of surviving without family, going all kinds of low and accepting all kinds of dirt to survive. The humiliation, the pain, the exploitation, the times he always fell flat on his face immediately after standing up just when he thought he had won, the constant betrayals from those around him meant to protect him, and his heart crushing numerous times till he had none left. All the pains he endured and all the types of destructive thoughts he had to overcome to stay alive kept replaying. However, the mysterious thing was that despite the fact that he was crying profusely lost in his memories, his voice didn't falter or crack one bit. It was steady all through, clear and mesmerizing. The final interlude soon came and he continued to play the tone, in readiness to deliver the last verse. “I could understand, if it was a stranger. Perhaps