Secret Society: Raising Calamity Class Disciples - Chapter 11 If I Get Drunk, I Might Lose Control

Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife. The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them. Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties. The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine. Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles. The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era. The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind.

[full text overhead]

Gu Muran, the former master of metaphysics, woke up and found that he had become the fake daughter of the Gu family.

The Gu family couldn’t bear the thought of their own daughter marrying into the Qian family, so they thought of the adopted daughter they had abandoned before.

The daughter of the Gu family had a physical problem. The Gu family believed that it was because of her adopted daughter’s fate that her daughter was hurt.

The parents put their ideas on her again: “Since you and your sister’s kidneys are well matched, then give her one of yours, and she won’t die anyway.”

Gu Muran: Auntie’s things are not something anyone can touch easily.

In her previous life, her power of metaphysics was unrivaled in the world. She was once appointed as a national teacher to protect the common people of a country, and she was heard by the heavens. Even the emperor had to respect her when seeing her.

How could she allow these messy people to jump around in front of her.

…

He is a revered god of medicine, with superb medical skills, it is difficult for a thousand dollars to make an appointment to seek medical consultation.

No one knows the depth of her talent for magical calculations. She knows the destiny with one glance, and predicts fortune and evil with one word.

later……

People: “Have you heard that there is a magician in Tianqiao?”

Classmate: “Who said that, our school is really good at it.”

Rich circle: “You are talking nonsense, the real magician is here.”

God of Medicine: “Hold on to dissatisfaction, Mrs. Lu is the most powerful.”

A certain woman smiled faintly: “Low-key, low-key, don’t fight, don’t grab, it’s all me.”

- Description from novelbuddy

[[MATURE AND DISTURBING CONTENT, R18+!!]]In a mysterious and mesmerizing tale, Charlotte, a young fair lady with a passion for art, is thrust into the world of intrigue and danger on her 18th birthday. After making a daring escape from her family's sprawling mansion, she finds herself at the mercy of the notorious Madame Dorothea, who offers her freedom in exchange for her aid in a mysterious case.Together with the mysterious noble woman, Charlotte must unravel the secrets buried in the grim and mysterious case of the Calestinia family by the request of the countess in exchange for her desired freedom.[Read the story to find out what happened.]Content/Trigger Warning: This story contains violence, heinous crime, swear words, and other disturbing scenes. Please be guided that the author had already warned you.Advertisement: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, laws and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.ALSO AVAILABLE ON: Wattpad [[AWARDED AS THE AMBY AWARDS QUALIFIER]]Wattpad Username: Signora Dmitrei

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!”