Becoming a Saint by Touching Corpses - Chapter 15: Living Corpse (Part 1)

What happens when a dantian becomes a nuclear reactor?When meridians behave like fiber-optic cables?When brains are restructured as supercomputers?When eyes are reconstructed as LIDAR?When neurons are structured as integrated circuits designs?When a cultivation manual is rewritten like a physics textbook?Simple.You get Elias Vance.A world-renowned physicist, inventor of interstellar communication, and proud owner of six Nobel Prizes (which he never bothered to unpack), Elias Vance had one problem: his brain was dying. His solution? Turn himself into data and transmit his consciousness into the great unknown.He expected the quantum realm. He got… a cultivation sect.Now stuck in a world where people punch mountains and drink spiritual chicken soup to get stronger, Elias does what he does best: overanalyze everything and break the system entirely.Armed with divine sense sharper than a microscope and an ego that runs on cold logic and dry sarcasm, he’s not just here to cultivate. He’s here to **optimize**.Forget pills and slow breathing. He’s got cellular Qi reactors, runic programming, soul-lattice engineering, and a vendetta against spiritual inefficiency.This is not your typical path to immortality.This is **The Quantum Path**.

Non-tangible cultural heritage embroidery successor Yi Chichi's soul travels to the era and possesses a little pity with the same name.Father is scummy and stepmother is toxic?Yi Chichi says she is good at using poison to counter poison.Still have to give up her job to substitute for her step-sister to go to the countryside?!Yi Chichi says dream on, good sisters must share fortunes and hardships together.Sold the job, kept the money for herself, and sends her step-sister to the Northwest!Moral coercion?Yi Chichi sneers, as long as I have no morals, others can never coerce me!Someone causing trouble?I've already said I'm a poisonous person, why don't they listen to advice?As for a certain handsome young man...Sending you a pair of mandarin ducks flying wing to wing!What, you also want a pair of phoenixes flying together?!

# consort # food # therapeutic #hishighness # dramaqueen

Yu Niaoniao transmigrated into ancient times and became the eldest daughter of an official’s family. Her father didn’t love her mother? No matter. As long as he gave them basic necessities! Her younger siblings didn’t take her seriously? That’s fine. Brats who don’t listen will be beaten a couple of times. There was no stir-fry in ancient times that was edible? Don’t panic, she’s a chef.

Suddenly, a shocking rumor burst out in the capital. It was said that the eldest daughter of the Yu family was privately involved with Duke Lang, and was even pregnant with his child! All of that was merely rumors! However, before she could come forward and clarify it, an imperial decree came, bestowing marriage upon her and Duke Lang!

Yu Niaoniao felt like she had been struck by lightning, and her whole body was numb. Who was Duke Lang? He was like a living King of Hell who held great power and killed people without feeling! He was so fierce that children would stop crying in his presence, and the faces of all the officials would pale when his name was brought up. Faced with the dangerous man walking towards her slowly,

Yu Niaoniao trembled in fear. “Sob, sob, sob… I was wrong! I’m not pregnant!” Only to hear Duke Lang say, “ That’s fine. It’s not too late to get pregnant now.” Yu Niaoniao was speechless!

Arriving in a new world where the steam industry was booming, he inherited a three-story apartment on the capital’s royal square, took in someone else’s cat, and listened to the whispers at his ear, ready to witness this mysterious and bizarre era. The epic of the Sixth Era was about to commence, and behind the curtain, The Chosen One was destined to step into legend. Old Gods, Relics, steam, witches, detectives, ancient secrets, the Era’s brilliance... “Would you like to play a round of Roder Cards?” Time engraved the hours, as Silvermoon illuminated the shadows. I compose your legend, you whisper your verses to me.