World of Cultivation - Chapter Eight Hundred and Sixty Three – Preparations

*“The flap of a butterfly's wings can trigger a tornado on the other side of the world.” —Edward Lorenz.We are twenty years before independence in the Viceroyalty of New Granada. Spain is still the overlord of the southern part of the continent, but its power is fading. Can our protagonist really change the future, or will he be swallowed by the competing interests surrounding independence?He awakens with only a few memories of the 21st century, struggling to navigate a world on the brink of revolution. From the start, he aims to use the independence movements to become one of the most powerful forces in post-independence South America and secure a future for his descendants. But to achieve his goals, he must outmaneuver the Church, the nobility, and wealthy merchants—while trying to build a good life for himself and the people who place their trust in him.

Ye Qinghan, young master of the powerful Ye Family, gets ostracized when his peerless father meets an unfortunate end. Lacking strength and in a bid to live a Purposeful life, he suffers through the unending ridicule, bullying and torture dealt to him at each turn. However fate is a cruel mistress and offers only pain and misery with no end in sight. Broken, weak and distraught, Ye Qinghan embarks on a journey to usurp the hands of fate and attain strength to protect his own.

Whoever refuses to accept, come fight!

Qi Laiyan was a tycoon worth billions. Due to a special gene in his body, he possessed a body that never got sick.But he could only live to 50 years old.After his death, half of his estate would belong to his contractual wife.One day, Qi Laiyan, whose body had never had any issues, suddenly started coughing.His darling wife, who loved him desperately and only cared about the man not the money, rushed to the hospital in the freezing wind, grabbing him and crying until she was a tearful mess.“Why did you suddenly start coughing, honey! What will I do without you?!” She cried hoarsely, so despairing.Qi Laiyan looked at this scene he had anticipated long ago, feeling nothing but annoyance.Just as he was about to chase the woman away as usual,A voice suddenly rang out in his mind.[Good boy, is this coughing? This is hitting the jackpot for me!] [How will I live? Of course by inheriting your assets and dancing on your grave after the seventh day following your death!]Hearing this voice identical to his teary-eyed, soft-gazed yet desperate little darling wife, Qi Laiyan fell silent.Unsure, listen further…