Ten Years of Hard Training, No Match for One Bewitching Kiss from a Demoness?

(Romance + chaotic love triangle + human-shaped succubus + no angst, no poison + qcqs)

(Please give this poor kid’s book a look, my godfathers and godmothers, I’m begging you)

After ten years of bitter cultivation, Cheng Che finally reached Foundation Establishment and entered the inner sect.

But less than a month later, signs of conflict between the righteous and demonic factions emerged, and he was sent to the front lines.

During an inspection, he ran into a demonic sect enchantress. With no way to escape, he fought her to a double knockout, despite being at early Foundation Establishment while she was at the middle stage.

Stranded in a desolate gorge, neither of them had the strength to do anything but trade barbs. Unexpectedly, the enchantress was suddenly struck by a lewd chill poison and came right up to him, starting a real battle of tongues.

Desperate, Cheng Che thought he was going to freeze to death. But that kiss turned out to be even more effective than his ten years of bitter cultivation.

From then on, he realized he had always had a cheat ability. He had simply never uncovered it, for the sake of keeping his resolve firm.

“You shameless, filthy rat! You despicable coward! Don’t run!” The enchantress’s eyes glistened with tears of shame and fury. She kept hurling insults at him, but her attacks were no longer dangerous.

“Enchantress, don’t tell me you’ve fallen for me? Stop chasing me. I’m not interested.” Cheng Che teased her without looking back.

From then on, his precious body, untouched by a woman, was coveted more and more, and more and more women set their sights on him.

The Spirit Sect’s senior sister: “Cheng Che, I know you have a kind heart. It’s just that your methods are a little extreme, right?”

Cheng Che: “Then will you support me becoming the sect master and calling the shots?”

The Immortal Dynasty’s eldest princess: “A Che, once I ascend that throne, I’ll promise you a lifetime of splendor.”

Cheng Che: “What if I want to sit on it myself?”

The Spirit Clan’s saintess: “Brother Che, will you take me away from this world?”

Cheng Che: “Run away? Why would I, the emperor, run?”