Top-level Qi Luck: Leading My Clan to Cultivate - Chapter 2180 - 1115: Conspiracy

When Zhou Shu woke up, he learned that he had become a Forging Apprentice at a workshop in the Forging Division of the Great Xia empire.

[Revenge • Power Couple • Sweet & Savage]Qi Yuan died on the altar of her own love—watching the man she adored marry another.As her soul slipped away, one figure stormed the chapel: Shen Family’s untouchable heir, eyes scarlet, cradling her body like shattered glass.Then she is reborn on her wedding night with Shen Family’s heir.Debt list: every blade that cut her, every smile that watched her fall—paid in blood.Collateral: the man who once buried her dignity now buries enemies for her.By day, he is ice—“Divorce? You speak when I allow it.”By night, he is fire—“Stay, or I’ll chain the world to keep you.”Qi Yuan came for vengeance; she stayed for the storm that answers only to her.

Noa dreamed of becoming a streamer—to turn his passion for games into a career and share it with the world.But one night, he collapsed mid-stream, dying from exhaustion.[Ding!][System Notice: First broadcast in another world begins now.]Suddenly, Noa was no longer a broke man who couldn’t even provide for his little sister.Now, he became a Dimensional Streamer.Everything he does in this new world will be broadcast to millions, and his survival depends on views, subscribers, and their donations.With Hana waiting back home and debts he couldn’t pay, Noa is forced to go live to create the most entertaining content possible.This time, streaming isn’t just a dream.It’s his new way of survival.***Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.This book may reference real companies and organizations, but these references are for narrative purposes only and are not intended to depict actual conduct or involvement of these entities. The use of these names and references is not meant to harm, defame, or discredit these companies or organizations.

Ananya never expected death to bring her into another life.One moment, she was running her parents’ restaurant in the modern world.The next, she opened her eyes in silk robes, surrounded by hostile stares — the Queen Consort of the empire.But this body was cursed in everyone’s eyes.The Emperor loathed her.The mistress laughed at her.And the court whispered behind her back.Only she wasn’t truly alone.> “Finally, someone can see us!”“What kind of Queen Consort are you, so calm even with ghosts in your chamber?”“Shut up, Wei Rong, let her breathe. She looks like she’s about to faint.”Three ghosts — a stoic scholar, a brash general, and a mischievous noble girl — lingered at her side. They were invisible to all but her. And with them, she learned to survive the poisonous palace.When rumors spread that she was cursed, Ananya stood before the empire’s court.Instead of tears, she offered proof. Instead of fear, she offered dignity.> “If Heaven believes I am cursed, let the fire and smoke betray me. I will not hide.”And Heaven sided with her.Outside the palace, crises struck — starving soldiers, missing supplies, merchants growing fat from stolen grain. Inside, Lady Zhen, the Emperor’s favored mistress, grew bolder by the day, flaunting her beauty and mocking Ananya’s quiet grace.> “Sister, do you still dream of winning His Majesty’s heart? Look at you — plain, dull, unworthy.”“If simplicity is a crime, then let it be mine,” Ananya answered, unshaken.The Emperor indulged Lady Zhen openly… but in the silence of night, he tasted Ananya’s food, lingered at her table, and found himself unsettled by her calm.> “This is not palace fare,” he muttered.“It is lighter,” Ananya replied softly. “Easier to sleep after.”Step by step, conspiracy thickened. At a grand banquet, a poisoned cup was placed in Ananya’s hand. But a ghost’s laugh echoed in her ear — and the cup was swapped. A dancer collapsed instead.From that night on, the Emperor’s gaze changed. He began to notice the woman who never begged for favor, never fought for attention, yet always endured.Still, war brewed at the borders. Betrayals reached even the throne. Assassins crept through the palace halls. And the one person who seemed weakest became the calm at the center of the storm.Through whispered secrets, mischievous hauntings, and quiet resilience, Ananya carved her place in the empire.She would not simply survive.She would rise.And the Emperor who once despised her would one day whisper only her name.