Clan Cultivation: Starting from Beast Taming - Chapter 1654 - 629: Passing the Torch

Jianjing was reborn into a parallel world and became a genius novelist.Or rather, the soon-to-be deceased young genius novelist…[System Warning]: You committed su*cide, estimated time of death in 10 minutes.[Mandatory Mission]: Escape from the enclosed room.[Reward and Punishment]: Successful escape means the author continues the story, failure means the story is abandoned.Jianjing: WTF?!System: This is just the beginning, face the storm ahead!Jianjing’s view of herself: An ordinary bestselling novelist.Others’ view of her: “Novelist Detective”, “Honorable Citizen for Bravery and Justice”, “Police Consultant”, “Surprise Guest for Horror House Shows”, “Human Representative Against Unknown Creatures”…

( There are millions of books just like this but not quite this. )---Be warned this profound scripture isn't meant for those beneath the bone age of 18.Dual Cultivation isn't an art. It's the ultimate harmony of Yin and Yang and the balance of seasDrop by drop, step by step, join the journey to fight against the heaven and obtain the ultimate lustful Dao!!!* * *Crippled... Beaten... Humiliated.Bai Long was nothing more than a third-rate cocky young master with too much lust and too little power.A typical young master who gets beaten by the protagonist within 2 chapters and his own family hates him, afterward.After failing to drug and defile a jade fairy, he was publicly destroyed by two rising protagonists: his half-brother Bai Huan, and the righteous sect genius Yang Kai.Left to rot by his clan and sect for being a cripple and trash. Bai Long’s broken body became the perfect vessel... For someone far worse.A new soul descends... sinister, cunning, and utterly merciless.Gifted with the Jade Fairy System, this new Bai Long doesn't just seek revenge, he seeks domination.Peace!? We want violence, problems!! ALWAYS!!Every jade beauty shall kneel and worship his dragon rod.While every so-called “Son of Heaven” shall die a dog's death.And every sect that once mocked him shall burn.Father, you dare turn against me... Go meet Yama.Grandpa, Lord Yama wants to give you words of wisdom.* * *Cripple your cultivation base, drop all your possessions, kowtow 200 times, and hand over the Jade Fairy—she shall warm this Young Master's bed.If not, don't blame this Young Master for being merciless.Dao seldom peace, embraces violence.Tags: Pure Evil Mc, logical Mc, system, dragon inheritance, harem R-18, strong to stronger, Master-disciple, bloodline purity, protagonist-hunting, scaming, dominant Mc, threesome, Milfs, gilfs, pure jade fairies,* * *Juniors,Join the Cultural Dao temple for illustrations, exclusive chapters, and more nsfw images of jade fairies.This senior bids farewell.

In a magical medieval world, it's difficult to hold on to one's beliefs... even maintaining one's integrity is a challenge.Because the commoners here are not simple; they are ignorant, greedy, and cruel.Because the nobles here are not noble; they are insidious, ruthless, and tyrannical.However... not all human constitutions can be generalized.Lann touches the two hearts and three lungs beneath his chest.He estimates that not only in this world but also in the other worlds connected through the convergence of celestial spheres, he can maintain a healthy sense of morality.—And then get rid of all the incorrigible scum!

Ananya never expected death to bring her into another life.One moment, she was running her parents’ restaurant in the modern world.The next, she opened her eyes in silk robes, surrounded by hostile stares — the Queen Consort of the empire.But this body was cursed in everyone’s eyes.The Emperor loathed her.The mistress laughed at her.And the court whispered behind her back.Only she wasn’t truly alone.> “Finally, someone can see us!”“What kind of Queen Consort are you, so calm even with ghosts in your chamber?”“Shut up, Wei Rong, let her breathe. She looks like she’s about to faint.”Three ghosts — a stoic scholar, a brash general, and a mischievous noble girl — lingered at her side. They were invisible to all but her. And with them, she learned to survive the poisonous palace.When rumors spread that she was cursed, Ananya stood before the empire’s court.Instead of tears, she offered proof. Instead of fear, she offered dignity.> “If Heaven believes I am cursed, let the fire and smoke betray me. I will not hide.”And Heaven sided with her.Outside the palace, crises struck — starving soldiers, missing supplies, merchants growing fat from stolen grain. Inside, Lady Zhen, the Emperor’s favored mistress, grew bolder by the day, flaunting her beauty and mocking Ananya’s quiet grace.> “Sister, do you still dream of winning His Majesty’s heart? Look at you — plain, dull, unworthy.”“If simplicity is a crime, then let it be mine,” Ananya answered, unshaken.The Emperor indulged Lady Zhen openly… but in the silence of night, he tasted Ananya’s food, lingered at her table, and found himself unsettled by her calm.> “This is not palace fare,” he muttered.“It is lighter,” Ananya replied softly. “Easier to sleep after.”Step by step, conspiracy thickened. At a grand banquet, a poisoned cup was placed in Ananya’s hand. But a ghost’s laugh echoed in her ear — and the cup was swapped. A dancer collapsed instead.From that night on, the Emperor’s gaze changed. He began to notice the woman who never begged for favor, never fought for attention, yet always endured.Still, war brewed at the borders. Betrayals reached even the throne. Assassins crept through the palace halls. And the one person who seemed weakest became the calm at the center of the storm.Through whispered secrets, mischievous hauntings, and quiet resilience, Ananya carved her place in the empire.She would not simply survive.She would rise.And the Emperor who once despised her would one day whisper only her name.