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"She was a demon to begin with, how could she possibly be corrupted by encountering me, a human? Critics always talk about ludicrous things." In 1798, during an interview with the press, Cardinal Bishop Lanci was asked about his past with the exiled last princess of the Demon Race, as well as recent signs of the resurrection of the demons. He stated: "I have made too many efforts to defend world peace, I am quite sure, there is absolutely no possibility for the Demon Race to revive under her leadership." ...... In the winter of 1802, the revival of the Demon Race succeeded. [Based on the above information, please indicate who is the main culprit leading to the revival of the Demon Race, and explain why it is Lanci. (10 points)] —— excerpt from "Classic Examination Questions in Empire History."

Shen Long held a Myriad Beasts Tower, and the Spirit Beasts he reared became increasingly formidable— The Fire Rock Beast transformed into the Fire Qilin The Gold-Winged Windroc into the Thunder Roc The Green-Eyed Spirit Fox into the Nine-Tailed Spirit Fox … Years later. Do you know what Immortal Venerable of the Beast Race is?!

Having traveled to America in the year 1862, this was the beginning of a dream, the finest of times. What constitutes a true master of success? Having some notable descendants hardly counts for anything. To build an Oil Empire alongside Rockefeller To place Carnegie on the throne of the steel magnate To help Ford propel the industrialization of automobiles worldwide To lead Edison to monopolize the future of the electrical industry To be an Angel Investor for Morgan's capital Hear this, applause!

Crossing into another world, Shen Yuan unexpectedly picks up a mysterious Turtle Shell in the river, activating the [Daily Hexagram] system bound to his family. [Today's Hexagram · Auspicious]: You pass by the Black Water Pool and unexpectedly encounter a Centennial Blood Toad shedding its skin. The shed skin has extremely high medicinal value and can be sold for two hundred Patterned Silver taels. [Today's Hexagram · Great Ominous]: A Barbarian Race scout team sneaks into Hidden Dragon Mountain. If you go into the mountain to chop wood, you will encounter bloodshed. [Today's Hexagram · Auspicious]: You take your son to hunt in Hidden Dragon Mountain and will have a good opportunity. [Today's Hexagram · Great Auspicious]: You spend a fortune to purchase a piece of land from the County Government, which hides a Lower Grade Spirit Stone Ore Vein.

The Crown Prince of the Capital brought a woman back home, hiding her from sight and pampering her to the skies. Rumor has it she's just a bumpkin from the countryside, pretty but utterly useless. Capital city buzzes: Just a vase rising through beauty alone. When the college entrance examination results are released, why is the name of the national top scorer that very 'vase'? At the gathering for the Association of Painters' new apprentices, why is she standing next to the Chairman? ... As various disguises are unveiled, everyone is silenced, wishing they could hide. Who the hell said she was just a vase? Stand up! A certain lady, bullied, covers her hands and cries in pain. Lord Chen comforts her: My lovely wife is so beautiful and moving, why would you bully her? People, with anger they dare not express, cover their faces. Please make it clear, who is the one being bullied!

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[Demonic Path Cultivation + Cold-Blooded + Ruthless + Eerie Immortal Path] [Male protagonist is a regular man, has women but no main female lead.] Xu Sanyan, born as a horse bandit, understands the harsh truth that human life is as insignificant as grass. Kill, or be killed. To survive, he cuts off his compassion, unleashing his darkest self. For a single cultivation technique, he slaughtered a city and wiped out villages. For a spell manual, he cut down those he once cherished. From the "Blood Demon Corpse Refining Technique" to the "Soul-Condensing Ghost Art," his cold blade drips with countless lives. In a world like this, he knows reliance on others is futile. Xu Sanyan’s only desire is to wield his blade and cultivate his inner strength to claim the celestial fruits beyond the Nine Heavens. Translator's Note: if you think this story might be similar to Korean "Demon Sect" stories then be warned because the themes explored in this novel maybe too graphic and inappropriate for certain audiences. Although I have seen reviews on my previous novel (RDC) stating that it wasn't as demonic as the synopsis made it out to be. But since I am bringing this to you, I feel this is my responsibility to put in this disclaimer. Still in the beginning phases of translation, so I don't know how true the synopsis is to the story. If you do find it to your tastes don't forget to leave a 5-star review. Read ahead on Pa.treon@CindelTL

Synopsis: "so, there is really life after death huh?" "HAHAHHAAAAA" - - - "MC" is killed by his own gang members, he thought that he is dead for good but NO... His soul is sent inside the youngest child of the emperor, in another world Now, what to do? One more time he is young but his greed for power is still the same as ever Let's see what he will do in this new world, will he live a decent life or just go straight towards the throne and one more time become the apex predator of the food chain Or, will he be chained down by his own relatives for political gains? - - - Note- Mc goes into an old china settings world, he didn't really time traveled back to old china but sent into another world but that world has the same old china type look.

Everyone has heard the cliché tale. A peaceful race on the brink of annihilation. A desperate prayer. A hero summoned from another world to save them from extinction after a long, brutal war. That was exactly what the demi-human continent expected. Elves, vampires, beastkin, lamia, centaurs, fairies—every race born from mana—were falling, cornered by the advancing human empire. Their magic was gone. Human revolution was unstoppable. Extinction loomed. So, as legends dictated, they performed the ancient summoning, thinking hero would appear. He would lead them to victory after years of hardship, countless battles, and dramatic sacrifices. A long, epic struggle. Or so they thought. Instead, the hero they summoned—Luca—looked around, cracked his knuckles, and ended the entire war in two days. Two Days. No grand campaign. No final stand. No glorious, drawn-out saga. The human armies retreated on their own, terrified of whatever monster the demi-humans had summoned. And the demi-humans could only stare. Their savior. Their conqueror. Their headache. Because once peace returned… Luca started doing whatever he wanted. He trained elves to fire AK-47s with machine-perfect precision and forced vegetarians like them to eat grilled meat. He crafted wheel-chairs for mermaids so they could roll across land like smug aquatic empresses. He gave dwarves dynamite 'for better mining' and immediately realized he had created a worldwide hazard. He used salamanders as living barbecues, insisting it was 'efficient ecological heat usage.' And if that wasn’t already disastrous enough, there was more. The goddess who sent Luca down had given him a second mission: To act as the continent’s ultimate breeding bull and repopulate every demi-human race. When he casually announced this, the entire continent went silent. Elves froze, vampires panicked, mermaids tried to roll away, and slime girls melted in shock. At that moment, every tribe realized one thing— They absolutely regretted summoning this Hero. — discord.gg/Fb3hY3Nfbj

Tout le monde a entendu cette histoire clichée. Une race pacifique au bord de l'anéantissement. Une prière désespérée. Un héros invoqué d'un autre monde pour les sauver de l'extinction après une guerre longue et brutale. C'était exactement ce à quoi le continent des demi-humains s'attendait. Elfes, vampires, peuple bestial, lamia, centaures, fées – chaque race née de la mana – tombait, acculée par l'empire humain en progression. Leur magie avait disparu. La révolution humaine était inarrêtable. L'extinction se profilait. Alors, comme le dictaient les légendes, ils ont effectué l'ancienne invocation, pensant qu'un héros apparaîtrait. Il les mènerait à la victoire après des années de difficultés, d'innombrables batailles et de sacrifices dramatiques. Une longue et épique lutte. Ou du moins, c'est ce qu'ils pensaient. Au lieu de cela, le héros qu'ils ont invoqué – Luca – a regardé autour de lui, a fait craquer ses jointures et a mis fin à toute la guerre en deux jours. Deux jours. Pas de grande campagne. Pas de dernier combat. Pas de saga glorieuse et prolongée. Les armées humaines se sont repliées d'elles-mêmes, terrifiées par le monstre que les demi-humains avaient invoqué. Et les demi-humains ne pouvaient que regarder fixement. Leur sauveur. Leur conquérant. Leur mal de tête. Parce qu'une fois la paix revenue... Luca a commencé à faire ce qu'il voulait. Il a formé les elfes à tirer avec des AK-47 avec une précision mécanique et a forcé ces végétariens à manger de la viande grillée. Il a fabriqué des fauteuils roulants pour les sirènes afin qu'elles puissent rouler sur la terre comme d'arrogantes impératrices aquatiques. Il a donné de la dynamite aux nains 'pour mieux exploiter les mines' et a immédiatement réalisé qu'il avait créé un danger mondial. Il utilisait les salamandres comme barbecues vivants, insistant sur le fait que c'était 'une utilisation écologique efficace de la chaleur'. Et si ce n'était pas déjà assez désastreux, il y avait plus. La déesse qui avait envoyé Luca lui avait confié une seconde mission : Agir comme l'étalon ultime du continent et repeupler chaque race de demi-humains. Quand il a annoncé cela avec désinvolture, tout le continent est resté silencieux. Les elfes se sont figés, les vampires ont paniqué, les sirènes ont essayé de s'éloigner en roulant, et les filles de slime ont fondu de choc. À ce moment-là, chaque tribu a réalisé une chose — Ils regrettaient absolument d'avoir invoqué ce Héros.