Qinglian Chronicles - Chapter 52

Once an unsung slave; Yur’s existence was defined by blood, pain, and chains. That was until he stumbled into Zulmasharr, the realm of demons.In the depths of despair and agony, a near-death encounter unsealed the terrifying truth of his existence; he is no mere mortal. A cursed hybrid of human and demon; Yur’s survival was only possible through the bloody rebirth of his Ashkavaal bloodline and the awakening of his sinister cultivation system, Zul.With Zul, Yur can rear demons for rituals, harvest their power, and dominate the chaotic world around him. But freedom comes at a cost. As the incognizant successor to an ancient being, his every step is burdened by the weight of a destiny he never asked for. Yur craves only one thing: to stay free, unbound by demons and men. Yet his growing power and severed bloodline ignite the fascination of forces that would see him enslaved or slaughtered.Yur must steer through a world of demons where trust is a fault, survival is animus, and his very existence is a blemish. Blood will pour, flames will revolt, and demons... they kneel or die. But in the end, is freedom attainable for the bearer of a bloodline forged from blood and ash?Will Yur vanquish his fate or will it condemn him?

When she was ten, she said, “When I grow up, I want to be the President!”“It's impossible, but you can be the President's wife,” he replied.He gazed at her tenderly. His youthful eyes filled with deep affection, as if he wanted to give her the whole world.When she was thirty-three, due to a leak of military secrets, she was imprisoned for treason, and she saw his signature on the death sentence document.She finally understood that the so-called undying love was fake, and that power and status were the true goals.Love is just like a ghost—more talked about than seen....Reborn and back to the age of twenty, she opened her eyes and shouted, “I must be the President!”“But, Madam... Your husband is already the President,” someone said.She was stunned for only a second, then viciously replied, “Then I'll take him down first, and I'll become the President!”A man gently pushed open the half-closed door, chuckling softly, “Did I hear wrong? Sweetie, you want to... take me down?”

Subei was pulled into a horror game, awakening the hidden profession [Drinker] and anti-sky skills.

[Drinking table culture: Specter’s initial favorability +5, gain friendly reputation (upgradeable)]

[Toast, do not eat and eat penalty wine: Force a Specter below Grade A to fight with you, and after victory, you will force the same thing from Specter (upgradeable)]

[A thousand cups are not poured: your alcohol capacity is extremely large (upgradeable)]

“Ghost bride, you have a glass of wine with me on your wedding night, does your husband really mind?”

“Miss, it’s forbidden to drink underage, be careful madam spanks you.”

“Belly pocket? What kind of belly pocket, I have never seen the white embroidered gold trimmed belly pocket of the ghost princess.”

“Madam, you don’t want the lady to know about what happened last night.”

When other players shivered in the horror game, Subei picked up the drunk ghost bride and went straight to the bridal chamber.

“Fuck, beasts, not even ghosts.”

North Jiangsu said: “As long as you are brave, female ghosts will take maternity leave.”.

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Medieval times, warring knights, dragons, demons, gods, pirates, behemoths...Barbaric, ignorant, backward, numb, starvation widespread, people unable to make a living...Damn it! Punch to explode this era!!Reclaiming wilderness, farming, bridge building, road paving, coal mining, excavating minerals!Leveling up, recruiting apostles, forging an army!Barrage troops! Pushing horizontally!Quack! My steel torrent is invincible in this world!!Roman: “I am your destiny! Kneel before me!”So, you were supposed to farm, but somehow you ended up establishing a vast empire and becoming the emperor?