Madness After the Apocalypse - Chapter 2: Stockpiling supplies

A tribulation lightning strike allowed her to be reborn with a mutated space. Parents are deceased, but not to worry, she has an agricultural expert grandfather. People bully her, but that's no problem, as she is a cultivator. The space is barren except for a single broken sapling that only consumes precious metals. The sapling indignantly asked: Others eat grass and give milk, what about you? The little immortal sapling spat and said: Here, remember to exchange it for some RMB.

One day, a handsome young man died in a car accident. He suddenly wakes up and find himself in an unfamiliar place, but what surprised him most is that he is taking over someone else’s body.

The Ye family’s foolish girl is reborn one day!With an omnipotent divine cauldron and a spiritual space in hand, she is no longer the good-for-nothing, abandoned girl that everyone bullies at sight!She is so invincible with both medicine and poison that even a divine doctor will be nothing beside her, Spiritual beasts beg her to make contracts… Oops, excuse her, even the Beast God calls her Boss.When her scumbag father dares to abandon his wife and daughter, she wrecks and destroys his family.When people dare to bully or humiliate her, she would return that favor a hundred times greater.Reincarnated as a human once more, she returns like a powerful sovereign. However, she never expects to be involved with the devilish and bloodthirsty him.Originally meant to be a decisive Ghost King, he ends up reincarnated into a ditsy, cute and harmless hostage prince in a neighboring rival nation…

Epic fantasy presence: Ashes Of The First Tyrant [AOTFT]Prologue – The Law of AuraThey say every soul burns.Some flare brightly and fade. Others smolder quietly for a lifetime.But a rare few, rare beyond reason ignite with such intensity that the world bends to them. These are not gods. Not yet.These are the Tyrants.And their aura is not a gift.It is a weight a burden.In this world, aura is everything.It is the breath behind a sword strike, the pressure behind a command, the silent will that can crush or inspire. Most are born with it. Few master it.But only one…only one in an ageawakens the Tyrant’s Spirit…the aura that dominates not by force, but by presence alone.