VingadorVVX

Humanity’s immortal path has been severed. Absorbing spiritual energy directly was no longer an option.

While humans despaired, ghosts thrived. With their connection to the other side, they grew stronger by the day, turning humans into nothing more than prey and livestock.

But to every rule, there is an exception.

"That’s why, my son, if you ever see the man with the straw hat… run as fast as you can." — Mamma Ghost.
"But Mommy… aren’t humans weak? Aren’t they just our food?" — Ghost Boy.
Mamma Ghost sighed, looking at her fatherless son with pity.
"Ah, child… your father thought the same."

Feng Fan never wanted this life. He never asked for this mission. But fate had other plans.
Witness his journey as he ascends to immortality and restores humanity’s lost Dao.

“In this universe, there is no ghost I can’t seal!”

#tsundere #transmigration #r18 #no-harem #horror

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Only I Cultivate

Feng Fan weaved through traffic atop his motorcycle, his long black hair flowing in the wind, while a worn-out straw hat adorned his head.

Any cop or traffic warden who dared to stop him would be met with a quick flash of a badge and a cocky grin.

He cut through cars like a madman, leaving a trail of angry shouts and curses in his path. Well, he was a madman, after all.

Eventually, he arrived at the Celestial Estate without killing himself or anyone else. Two guards stepped forward, blocking his way.

"Stop! Identify yourself," a burly man in a black suit and sunglasses demanded, his tone cold and unyielding.

Feng Fan remained on his motorcycle, barely sparing the man a glance. "Feng Fan from SIF."

The guard pulled out his phone and quickly checked the guest list. "Where's your invitation?"

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