Mortal Cultivation - Chapter 3

Important notice, The Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty, also known as “Ming Song”.

Hongzhi eleven years.

It’s a beautiful morning.

At this time, Zhu Houzhao was just an adult.

At this time, Wang Shouren and Tang Bohu were sharpening their swords and preparing for the imperial examination.

At this time, the Little Ice Age has come, and the long and severe cold is raging on the earth.

At this time in Nanhebo’s mansion, Fang Jifan, the idiot son of the landlord’s family and Nanhebo’s direct heir…began his shameless prodigal life.

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Synopsis: Tags: [Game-World Crossover] + [Sovereignty Farming] + [Luck Mastery] + [Undead Scourge] + [Inter-Species Conflict] + [Heroic Battles]This is a world where games have invaded reality.Every year, students turning 18 awaken to a job change.One person crossed over and became a Necromancer.Relying on a luck-based talent that made wishes come true and a legacy from Mother Earth, this person rapidly gained power.While others gambled on skill mutations, summoning variations, and the chance with endless resources,he simply needed to shake his talent and use the least resources to obtain everything.With an undead frenzy, he broke through the blockades of the other nations on Blue Star, making his empire great again.With the undead scourge, he wiped out the decayed porcine dynasties within realm territories and became the new Realm Master.In the name of the Dead Spirit Overlord, he waged war on the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Tribes and ascended to the throne of the Demon God.

[Special Containment Procedures]Calamity neared, and a special Containment Subject known as “Bonfire Company” awoke from its slumber, sending out invitation after invitation to join its ranks—“When The Night comes, there ought to be someone to light a fire, to illuminate in all directions.”At the same time, it also brought forth a prophecy.In the year 2044, at the end of a year, a dark disaster would descend from the heavens.

Every author loves their story.Sure, you may get tired of writing it after quite a while, but even so; it was a novel you enjoyed writing before, no?The words you put consideration to, the effort you did research overnight.The thrill to have a reader, the thought of someone enjoyed your work.All of it was something you used to cherish, but you may end up forgetting the joy over small things one day as you move on.Everyone loves their work.But some forget they did.