MTL - Players Of Freedom - Chapter 45 : light of sword

He—an enigmatic and cold-blooded soldier with a mysterious background.
She—a ruthless and bloodthirsty spy.

Unlimited opening, unlimited power! The mutated mobile phone has a magical app download! All kinds of buildings, can rise to the sky, can sneak into the sea, can be hidden… hidden secrets of the big!

Tang Zhen’s ability to build a city is… Building a city, playing with explosives, crushing the ground and grabbing the ground.

Tang Zhenduan sits on the top of the mountain, and at his feet is an endless floating city, guarded by dragons, surrounded by angels, and countless giant guns stand in the sky!

In the depths of the ocean a million miles ahead, it is another big 6-level building that is waiting for his conquest!

- Description from MTLNovel

~She is a waste daughter from the Su family that couldn’t cultivate. On the day before her wedding, the Third Prince breaks off their engagement in the street. Her own sister replaces her in the marriage to the Third Prince. She became the center of gossiping in the city. In her resentment, she hits herself on the Su Family’s gate, only to become the object of other people’s ghost marriage.

She, Su Zimo, open her eyes to find herself sleeping in a coffin. It’s not to surprising seeing as she put herself here (hit head on gate), but why is there another person lying beside her? And whats more they are wearing red wedding clothes. After taking all this in she almost faints.

~He, is a cursed person with an indescribable status. This curse that has been passed down in his family for centuries is now effecting him.

A mistaken ghost marriage, a battle in business, and a long period of painstaking love, made their fate intertwined.

- Description from Novelupdates

(Immortal Cultivation+Meeting a Perfect Match+Shura Field+Invincible Flow+Upgrade Flow+Playing the Pig and Eating the Tiger)—What is cultivation? When I think back to the past, cultivation was, as a baby, kicking my legs over and over again—kicking on the bed, kicking on the ground, kicking every single day. Cultivation was, as I grew older, swinging my sword again and again—slashing here, cutting there. Cultivation became, as I matured, the repeated harmony of yin and yang—busy tonight, and busy again tomorrow night. … My name is Xu Ming. I have never cared about the stipends given to me by those sect masters, noble ladies, or princesses.I said to her, “Can you give me a room closer to yours? I need to report my work to you at any moment.” Even if I accomplish nothing every day, I just want to watch how she cultivates. I…