This Damned Thirst for Survival - Chapter 158: Chats

Qingyun found herself having traveled back in time to ancient days, with a splitting headache. She hadn't activated any ancient survival skills!She couldn't compose poetry or engage in literary exchanges.Sewing and embroidery? No clue.Pleasing men? Even worse.Farming or doing business? Clueless.With no other options, she had to choose a profession that required none of the above skills....Years later, those who once served her, now ministers and generals, listened as Qingyun, who had ascended to the throne as the empress, said: 'You might not believe it, but I never intended to be the empress.'The ministers and generals replied, 'That's right, that's right. Everything you say is correct. It was us who forced you into this position.'

Chen Chao dreamt of becoming a powerful immortal cultivator, flying on his sword and vanquishing enemies with daoist magic. His hopes were dashed when he discovered that he had absolutely no talent for immortal cultivation.

Refusing to submit to his fate, Chen Chao joined the ranks of countless other talentless martial artists and embarked on the path of martial cultivation, a path scorned by the immortal cultivators.

In this era of strife where martial cultivators, immortal cultivators, and demonic cultivators wrestled for hegemony, Chen Chao will either rise to the top or fall into eternal damnation.

[Fireworks in the world are the most soothing to the hearts of mortals!]

“There is no temple at the age of eighty-two,”

“Sixty-nine years of worry.”

“The world is hard,”

“Long life is not easy.”

“Yin and Yang are reversed in a dream, and in the next life… I beg!”

【Name】: Lu Chen

[Identity]: Master of Changchun Temple

【Repair】: None

[Cultivation method]: Immortal Changchun Kung Fu (can be upgraded!) +

[Spell]: Control swordsmanship (upgrade conditions can be expanded!)

“Expand!”

“upgrade!”

……………………………..

PS: Upgrade, relax, cultivate immortals, demons, ghosts…

- Description from novelbuddy

The youngest princess of the country of Stellaus, Marietta, was betrothed in a political marriage to the General of the great militant country, Oltaire. General Belvant was often said to be strong, a fierce and terrifying god of a warrior. On the other hand, Marietta was a delicate flower of a princess. Everyone felt pity for poor Marietta’s situation, however, the truth was that Marietta found the General very dreamy… The story of a 30-year old General with a scary face (who was actually quite nice), and the tiny and adorable 18-year old Princess in their times of conflict and of lovey-doveyness.