MTL - The #1 Pretty Boy of the Immortal Path - Chapter 141 Youying

Su Li has never expected that those she met in her first life would follow her to a new life in a new family.

Everything in this life is new and seems easy, but she knows that’s not what she wants.

She wants a revenge. Those who have done terrible things to her, those who have separated her from her husband, and those who have let her brother fail the royal examination in last life, she will let them pay in her way.

But how can a 14-year-old girl, innocent and elegant, take a revenge? How can she fight against her family on her own? How can she deal with her weak-kneed father and heartless mother? Just read and find it out now!

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With the Goddess’ blessing, he became a 『Divine Knight』 and founded an Empire.
As time passed, he grows older, and by the time the heavens called for him to come, the Goddess showed before him, asking for his last wish.

He wished to be reincarnated in the future.
He dedicated all his life for his people, he had no time to master his own arts.
This time, he wishes to live for himself, forging his body to the utmost limit.

The Goddess complied with his wish.
In the far future, the King shall reincarnate as the 『daughter』 of a renowned Knight family.
And, under some circumstances, she is labeled as a failure of a Knight, however——

「How convenient. I can stand on the foremost line without needing any rank. No better training than actual combat!」

Thus, the legend of the world’s strongest, most beautiful Knight Disciple (♀) has begun—

Cho Kang-hyuk, the owner of a large fitness center, woke up to find himself a young disciple at Shaolin Temple.

The protracted ’witch hunting’ had faded into silence with the end of the Seven Years’ War, and the mysteries of the East Coast had begun to conceal themselves, yet gunpowder was on a rapid rise. Mo Qishang, who should have been utterly confounded, stood at the crossroads of destiny in the name of Arthur. He stared in astonishment at the charging knights, the wizards atop the high towers, and the bizarre wilderness. He felt the sharpness of the longsword and the recoil of the firearm, both clear and unfamiliar. At last, he excitedly shook his robe and, with a smile on his face, said— “Do not believe what I say, for to believe is to exist!”