MTL - Shanwa Small Rich Farmers - Chapter 9 sell like hot cakes

As we all know, there is a force that must not be messed with in the Southern Region, thatched cottage.

Among them, the eldest disciple is the Qingyun Sword Master of the Southern Region, with a mastery of swordsmanship.

The second disciple, the Eternal Empress, leads an era.

The third disciple is a great Confucianist in the world, and the star of Wenqu came down to earth.

The fourth disciple, the reincarnation of the demon god, suppressed Jiuyou.

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Lu Changsheng: Me? I am nothing special, just their master.

- Description from novelbuddy

Jiang Che traversed into a merged novel world, becoming the major villain in the novel. His story begins with the descent of a divine healer.

However, this healer is not ordinary; he actually has seven exceptionally beautiful senior sisters. Moreover, the eldest senior sister, whom the protagonist has long admired, turns out to be his childhood sweetheart and fiancée?

According to the plot, he is supposed to end up with his family destroyed and himself in ruins due to the protagonist’s actions. Therefore, Jiang Che can only lay out his plans in advance, changing the plot time and again.

Soon, an outrageous scene unfolds. The beautiful senior sister, who initially had tender feelings for Ye Chen, is now insisting on marrying no one but Jiang Che.

The ‘lolita’ senior sister even drags Jiang Che to her home daily to show him her newly bought white silk stockings…

After Ye Chen comes down the mountain, he is completely enraged seeing his senior sisters one by one turn away from him. Jiang Che then innocently expresses: “Chenzi… it’s not my fault, your senior sisters are just too enthusiastic…”

God: I shall bestow the Saintess upon you.
Pope: W- wait a moment! This is a boy!
God: That is the Saintess.
Pope: ??????

And just like that, the Saintess was raised by the church for fifteen years without any questions asked…

- Description from Novelupdates

The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”