After Death, I Became a Superhuman - Chapter 29 – Funding has been secured

What happens when a ruthless MMA champion, who's lived a life full of Dominance, Blood, and Indulgence, suddenly finds himself in the world of cultivation?Rahu, a fighter feared for his brutality and hedonistic way of life, who was just moments away from laying his hands on his latest ‘prize’ after another victory…All of a sudden, transmigrates into the body of a youth who was half-beaten to death just because a powerful clan elder’s wife took an interest in him?Thrown into an unfamiliar world where ‘Power’ reigns supreme. He awakens a terrifying physique [Infinite Dimension Physique] – One of the only three Forbidden constitutions in existence.The fists that once crushed men shall soon crush the arrogant gods.

Even the most capable people cannot escape calamity. Zhang Ping, who dreamed of becoming the world’s best, voluntarily enters the palace to become a eunuch before his father has to resort to plundering and crime.

How can a prince be so thin and bony, that was Zhang Ping’s first impression of Huangfu Jie.

The prince looks at the kneeling eunuch, the scars and wounds on his body not yet healing.

Zhang Ping’s eyes turn red—I curse your ancestors for eighteen generations!

He is just little uglier; weirder than normal people.

Are ugly people not human? I, Zhang Ping, swear to cultivate the world’s second best over here in the palace!

- Description from Novelupdates

Su Ming joined a large company as the exclusive driver for the CEO after he was discharged from the military, but what Su Ming didn't expect was that the CEO would come up with an absurd demand. The CEO used both soft and hard tactics to threaten him to seduce the boss's wife and even made him move into their home…

Transmigrated into the body of a homely peasant girl, Juhua, she ignores people's looks of disdain or pity, like a wild chrysanthemum blooming wantonly, quietly opening in the fields and Zhang Yang-ing her vigorous vitality amidst the bleak autumn wind!When youth is as indifferent as a chrysanthemum, love is also quietly watching…