I’m Going to Build a Huge Tomb!!

The new story [Becoming a Farm Owner in an Ancient Qi Refining World] is now underway. Come check it out, lovely readers! In his previous life, Xie Qi was mentally ill. After all, only a mentally ill person would dream every day of being hunted by monsters from a grave. But it didn’t matter: the monsters loved him, the grave loved him, and he loved the grave. So what was wrong with letting them kill him again and again in his dreams? Heh heh. After dying in the hospital, having united the graves in his dreams, he transmigrated. He transmigrated to a world ruled by the uncanny, where humanity was on the verge of extinction. In this world, civilization had collapsed, the Way was lost, gods and Buddhas had waned, and demons devoured people. Humans were at the very bottom of the food chain. On the day Xie Qi was born, paper figures carried a sedan chair, suona horns led the way, strange signs appeared in heaven and earth, and baleful resentment surged into the sky. When his talent awakened, the whole world saw a human name appear on the Heavenly Dao’s Hidden Dragon Ranking, which had always been dominated by other races! For a hundred years after that, humans, ghosts, demons, and monsters all witnessed this white-haired child, utterly unmatched by anyone in the world, rise from the top of the Heavenly Dao’s ranking, blessed by the Great Dao at every step, all the way to True Immortality! People of this age avoided the uncanny like the plague. On the day Xiangjiang City fell, the people panicked, livestock ran wild through the streets, and cries of grief filled the city. But Xie Qi stood high on a rooftop, looking down as he slowly laughed aloud. A faceless paper figure bowed silently behind him, while millions of demons and monsters fled in terror. From the moment he was born and opened his eyes, he had been thrilled. This world was just too perfect! The uncanny was everywhere, and demons surged like the tide. Could anything in the world be better? Heh heh. P.S. The protagonist loves the underworld aesthetic, paper figures, graves, and having suona horns play him off. P.P.S. He has an underworld aesthetic and an underworld personality. Content warning: This is a story with a male bottom protagonist. The world is abnormal, and the protagonist’s mind is even more abnormal. √ The author writes top-perspective, bottom-perspective, and no-romance stories, so please check the perspective before reading. √ This story updates daily at 9 a.m. Other updates are edits. This blurb was drafted on July 27, 2022, and has been screenshotted. √ The author is an immature little brat reincarnated. If you insult me, I’ll bounce it right back! Bounce! Bounce! Below is Shan Niang’s upcoming story: Has the Prince’s Residence Sent the Vegetables Today? Jinzhi transmigrates to ancient times into a refugee group, becoming a middle-aged woman with a family in tow. Fortunately, the refugee group has a conscience, and she has three sons and a daughter of her own, plus the family of her late husband’s older brother. No one bullies them along the way. At the first hint of dawn, the mule cart has been standing still for a long time, and there’s not a sound outside. Suddenly, a cheerful shout breaks the tense silence. A wiry, dark-skinned man calls out in a loud voice, “Those officials agreed to let us settle here! Xun City is only seven or eight li away, and Prince Qing even lives there!” Hearing the commotion, Jinzhi looks down at the grass in front of her. Her right hand, which is gripping a blade of grass, glows faintly. She has just dispelled the dark energy covering it, and the grass has visibly grown fresh and green. Jinzhi pauses, then instinctively tries to destroy the evidence. Isn’t this ancient times? Why has spiritual qi revival started here? Once settled, she plants vegetables, and thanks to her knack for cleansing away filth, she even gets her produce delivered to the prince’s residence. Every day, Jinzhi diligently delivers vegetables and quietly listens to gossip, all the while thinking about how to build good connections and talk some wealthy customer into buying from her. Preferably, the richer and more superstitious, the better. P.S. Set in ancient times against the backdrop of spiritual qi revival, with low magic, uncanny mysteries, and a Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio flavor. The female protagonist is a middle-aged genius of sorts. P.P.S. The female protagonist isn’t a good person. She has a family and loves making money. P.P.P.S. Though it may not seem that way, this is actually a story about getting rich. (Looks away.) Theme: In the end, you have to rely on yourself.