MTL - The Transmigrated Senior Martial Brother - Chapter 32 Out of mystery

Vincent van Gogh, the painter who refused to be an accessory Of power and painted with his soul at the tip of a brush, was not understood by anyone and had to die like a madman, and he woke up in 21st century Korea.

Like a wheat field melted with gold, like a sunflower that swallowed the sun, a dazzling painter once again takes the brush.

“It’s finally here,” said the man with the sword in an echoing whisper.

“The Tower of Choice, the last 100 floors!” the band of five exclaimed in unison.

Angelica came down from the altar with a dull look, seemingly annoying.

Then we looked around.

“I tell you once again, but you’ve had a lot of trouble in the meantime. I couldn’t have climbed to the 100th floor alone without you.”

Thud!

One by one, they fall to the floor.

Angelica’s dagger pierced my neck, and I felt a darkening in front of my eyes with a tumultuous rage. My awareness faded, from my senses, from everything else. After that, everything was eroded by profound darkness.

Fu Hongxue was a cripple, born with a lame leg and subject to epileptic seizures. He was also one of the most powerful, legendary figures of the martial arts world, with a dull black saber that was second to none. His fame made him a frequent target of challengers, but whenever his saber left its sheath, only corpses would remain in its wake. One day, however, Fu Hongxue rescued someone whom he should have killed…and in doing so, set of a chain of events and a conspiracy that would rock the world.

Yin Shuang Shuang, a regular girl who grew up in a conservative family, who never even had a boyfriend at the age of 25, suddenly transmigrated in a world where s*x is all that matters.In a world where value was skewed. Where s*x is expected, glorified, and a fight for the world’s survival. How will Yin Shuang Shuang adapt and survive?Follow her as she navigates the entertainment industry in an attempt for survival and defiance to the world. Would her journey to the top give her the freedom that she really wants? And would love be able to blossom under the society’s heavy repression of it?