Empress with no Virtue - Chapter 35

Overnight, young Ye Zhen suddenly discovered he had acquired a strange new ability!The meaningless cries of animals and insects in the mountains entering his ears began to sound quite different.“Quick, brother,” squeaked the mouse brothers, “the treasure in the back hill that can make us grow dozens of times in size is about to drop, let's go!”A swarm of mosquitoes buzzed, “Those two guys are here again, brothers, let's get them and have a feast!”A Cloud Winged Young Tiger faced Ye Zhen and let out one fearsome roar after another, “Mommy's not home, don't come any closer, come any closer and I'll eat you!”Everything changed because of this!

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Chen Xi was a jinx who radiated misfortune the way a torch radiated light, and everyone around him knew it. His entire clan was annihilated when he was young, and not too long after that his parents disappeared. His marriage contract? Poof. Torn to shreds and gone up in smoke before the eyes of everyone in the city, almost humiliating his grandfather to the point of suicide! Cultivation? No time for that, he had a family to take care of!

This is the story of Chen Xi, a youth forced to stop cultivating and instead craft talismans to pay for his younger brother’s tuition… and who, in the process, would rise to become known by all as the Talisman Emperor!

Karl awoke to find himself shockingly reduced to a crippled Evil God confined within a bottle.The Fischer family had inadvertently become his favored members, sharing a fate connected by blood throughout the generations.They established a secret clan, infiltrated the state, manipulated wars, ascended the God Pantheon stairway, and fought for the honor and future of the family.They were assassins lurking in the shadows, beloved scholars, esteemed priests, powerful dukes, and legends in heroic epics.From budding to robust growth, steampunk evolved; the Spirit Realm descended through dreams; witches and ancient gods stepped forth, and people listened to the lost whispers at their ears.They were both the creators and the enders of stories.Generation after generation, in a continuous succession, they marched forward.“Step over my corpse and go on,” he said.