Building the Chinese Underworld Among the Stars

When the Ghost King Jiang Qingyue reported to the Underworld, she entered with her left foot first and was exiled to the interstellar world ten thousand years in the future. But interstellar civilization had suffered a break in its history. There was no Blue Star, no Huaxia. Ghosts that people captured couldn’t be killed, only trapped in cages of flesh and blood, leading to ghost hunters dying horrible deaths one after another. The profession was held in high regard, but few volunteered for it. Because of ghosts, the Yanhuang Alliance was stuck at the level of a low-grade civilization. Jiang Qingyue, exiled to the stars to create the Underworld: How hard could it be? She needed ghosts for the Underworld anyway. At the academy tournament, ghosts ran rampant and ghost domains formed. Some people pulled out magnetic ghost-catching balls, while others raised high-frequency energy cannons... Jiang Qingyue quietly opened her pocket and took out a yellow talisman and a peachwood sword. A ghost infestation? Eating people? A horrific death, trading one life for another? It’s time to give her great-great-great-great-to-the-Nth-generation descendants of the stars a taste of the Underworld! With an underage peachwood sword in hand, Jiang Qingyue watched as people from high-level civilizations laughed and called her crazy, while those from low-level civilizations called her trash. She lit a yellow talisman, used herself as an anchor, summoned the Underworld, and struck down evil spirits. The grim reapers led the way. The King of Hell bestowed the solitary ghosts. Jiang Qingyue’s divine form sat high in a sixteen-palanquin imperial carriage. Wearing a ceremonial crown and holding a golden brush, she waved it nonchalantly as the Lord lowered his eyes and the gods bowed their heads. “Such insignificant ghosts are not worthy of disturbing me.” “Your Majesty, they are disrupting the mortal world.” “Destroy them.” One word, and the ghosts were annihilated. One battle, and she became famous. Jiang Qingyue took the Yanhuang Alliance, dismissed as trash and good-for-nothings by the advanced civilizations, to suppress evil and destroy ghosts, rebuilding the Underworld. The only thing that troubled her was that the King of Hell, whom she had appointed with her golden brush, wanted to do more than rule the infernal realm. He wanted her. [Upcoming novel] A wicked poor ghost, transforming a dead planet Qian Duoduo was a money-loving ghost born on a garbage planet. For a hundred thousand star coins, she took the blame for someone else’s murder and was exiled to Wasteland Planet 1832. Wasteland Planet 1832 was filthy and barren, abandoned by the Federation for a thousand years. Qian Duoduo had a hundred thousand star coins to her name, but couldn’t buy food or water. Even her living conditions had reverted to prehistoric times. She lay on the yellowing grass with the sky for a roof and the earth for a bed. Unexpectedly The night she was about to starve to death, the Federation’s ruler appeared on Planet 1832. This time, Qian Duoduo was promised a million star coins. She accepted the money, food, and supplies the ruler gave her, becoming the man’s accomplice in harming Planet 1832. In star year 3618, the last member of the Starfolk died defending their people. From then on, the Star Empire abandoned its monarchy and entered the Federation era. A thousand years passed in the blink of an eye. When Xing Ye awoke, the Star Prince who had once protected his people had become Wasteland Planet 1832. The land was turning to desert, the water was polluted, and even the vibrant forest he had once been so proud of had been reduced to dead branches. It could no longer flower or bear fruit. As a member of the Starfolk, his life was running out. And yet There is always a way forward. The human girl Qian Duoduo stumbled upon Planet 1832’s secret. For money, she resolutely became its abuser. But with the promise of a ten-thousandfold return, wicked, money-loving Qian Duoduo became the one who hid the truth, lied, helped him, supported him, and saved him. He should love her. He only loves her. Money-loving poor ghost × handsome, tragic planet Theme: Respect civilization and pass it on