Journey to the West: Treasure Vase of the Great Dao - Chapter 677 - 340 Ghosts

In the peaceful Ning City, the Shen family had two lovely daughters. The elder Miss Shen, Shen Ru, was smart and capable, while the second Miss Shen, Shen Yan, was charming and beautiful.

One day, a third daughter, Shen Wan, appeared.

Shen Wan was quiet and unremarkable. She looked weak and helpless.

Mr. Shen said, “Let her stay.”

Mrs. Shen said, “A daughter born to a lowly woman is still lowly.”

Shen Ru said, “She’s too plain and simple.”

Shen Yan said, “Brother Qi dislikes unattractive things the most.”

Shen Wan coldly smiled and thought, Don’t worry, take it easy. None of you can escape!’

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In her past life, Shen Wan lost all her blood, her organs were hollowed out, and she died on a cold operating table.

She lived thirty years without having any children.

In this life, she came for revenge. She carefully planned every step and turned Ning City upside down. But inadvertently, she drew the attention of a demon king.

The people respectfully called Quan Hanting “Lord Six”. He was cold and heartless, and his identity was a mystery.

[Little Cute Bundle]

“I heard that when I was born, Papa was in so much pain that he almost died. Yeah, Mama bit him!”

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Synopsis:

I transmigrated into a novel that I read years ago as the second Prince of the Chrono Empire and was fated to be killed by my half-brother, the First Prince at the age of 12.

So, What's my role in this novel?

Am I the villain?

Am I an insignificant extra?

Am I the protagonist? Nah, definitely not.

But, why bother?

Following the novel's plot isn't my style and I won't let it dictates my life.

Regardless of my role, I am the main character of my own life.

I was sixteen when the gods abandoned me.The Blessing Ritual was supposed to grant me power, a divine gift to carve my future. Instead, I received nothing. No abilities. No hope. Just another nameless soul left to rot in a world ruled by strength.Fine. If the gods wouldn’t bless me, I’d make my own power.For ten years, I clawed my way forward, experimenting with forces no human should touch. I pushed too far—and it killed me.Then I woke up.Sixteen again. Back at the Ritual. But this time, something changed.Time bends at my will. Blood moves when I command it.The gods still won’t acknowledge me, but it doesn’t matter. This world isn’t fair, and I’ve stopped playing by its rules. Faith and Chaos clash in my veins, and I will use them both.They wanted a Chosen Hero, someone to dance to their tune.Well, too bad for them—I’ll carve my own fate.

“I can definitely become an immortal,” she said.He looked her up and down, sneered, “You can indeed become an immortal, a Lazy Immortal.”She breathed a sigh of relief, fully self-assured, “A Lazy Immortal is still an immortal.”He was speechless. Great, very powerful, who says a lazy person can't become an immortal~