Parallel Three Realms: Starting Out on the Ghost Cultivation Path

The testing stone exploded. My fiancé ran off. My stepmother threw me into a mass grave. Everyone in Lingyun City is betting I won’t survive the month. Fine. If I can’t cultivate immortality, I’ll cultivate ghosts. What they don’t know is Three thousand ghost soldiers have been waiting in formation beneath the mass grave for five hundred years. Every last thing you owe me, down to the smallest fraction, I’ll settle the score.