The Necromancer Sets the Cultivation World Straight

[Coming soon: After My Partner Killed Me. Please add it to your favorites; blurb below]

Hanged ghost, go fix the roof!

Drowned ghost, go dig a canal and plant spirit rice!

Starved ghost, go raid the enemy’s granary!

The sect master is starting her necromantic summoning spell. The sect’s kitchen can finally get cooking!

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Lynn, a necromancer from another world, unexpectedly transmigrated into the sect master of a dilapidated sect in the cultivation world, and accidentally became its oddball.

That armor she’s wearing... is that bone armor?

And that pet following her... is that a skeletal snake?!

And that ghost baby king over there... No way, it actually takes orders from her!

Oh no! Lynn has turned to demonic cultivation!

But the demonic cultivators all run even faster than the orthodox cultivators.

Good grief! That necromantic cultivator is back! Stay away! My spirit-calling banner really doesn’t have any ghosts left to spare!

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After hundreds of thousands of years of development, the cultivation world’s system has grown rigid. The great sects control all the methods of crafting artifacts, making elixirs, and ascending to immortality, leaving ordinary cultivators worse off than cattle and horses.

Lynn: The cultivation world needs a good overhaul!

And so, top-grade magical artifacts, once monopolized by the great sects, began to be produced in bulk, their prices plummeting until every cultivator had one.

Spirit pills, once worth a fortune, gained affordable alternatives. Ordinary cultivators no longer had to beg for medicine and depend on the goodwill of others.

The top sects were furious: “The rules laid down by our ancestors must not be changed! We wouldn’t accept a deviant cultivator like her even if she begged us. She’ll never get anywhere in the cultivation world!”

Lynn: “Thanks, but no thanks. I have no interest. I’m founding my own sect.”

Later, those sects came begging: “Venerable Necromancer! We’re willing to pay twenty percent more for those immortal pills. Could you sell us some of your soul-stabilizing formations?”

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Lynn took on a loyal subordinate: reliable at his work, a good cook, poor and guileless, with a lovely smile and an affectionate, clingy streak.

Until one day, she caught this seemingly guileless puppy of a man killing someone with a single sword strike behind her back, his methods ruthless.

“Knowingly breaking the rules means you must be prepared to pay the price.”

Blood spattered his eyes and brows. He smiled brightly, even showing one little canine, yet sent a chill through everyone who saw him.

This kid’s been playing the vicious wolf behind my back?

Reader’s guide:

(1) The heroine’s power-up story is pure fun. She’s a necromancer, not a traditional ghost cultivator, but the cultivation world itself is traditional.

(2) The heroine will become the strongest in this world.

[After My Partner Killed Me]

After her partner Jian Qinghuan shot him dead on the city wall, Zeander was reborn.

As the city lord, Jian Qinghuan was swamped with official business.

After they married in his previous life, she often stayed overnight in her study, had her attendants prepare his gifts, and never made any demands of him.

During the battle to defend the city, an infiltrator in the city lord’s residence took him hostage. When forced to give up the city, Jian Qinghuan calmly let an arrow fly.

She really didn’t love him at all, Zeander thought.

Wait, had her eyes just turned red?

Only when Jian Qinghuan stormed the imperial palace and slaughtered everyone in the temple, all to revive her lover in the crystal coffin, did he understand: her love had simply gone unspoken.

Given another life, Zeander vowed to love her properly.

Zeander: Honey, I’m here! Honey, come here and let me hug and kiss you!

Jian Qinghuan: This guy’s way too enthusiastic. Could he be a spy who’s deliberately trying to get close to me?

Zeander: ???

Oh no. Was he about to ruin the perfect situation that had let him marry into the city lord’s residence and reach the peak of life in his previous life?

Jian Qinghuan had been an archery club instructor before she transmigrated to another world and became a city lord.

She was swamped with work. If she couldn’t learn to manage a team, she’d work herself to death. But could this team please be a little more competent?

When a foreign country requested a political marriage, her think tank spent three days discussing it and came up with a plan to have her marry early. They immediately selected three hundred marriageable men with impeccable family backgrounds for her to evaluate.

A selection of potential husbands? She knew this routine.

But weren’t these written tests, martial tests, and interviews just like the civil service exams?

And then there was the handsome guy who had saved her once and been added to the candidate list by a priest. They’d only met once, so why was he so eager to get close to her? Did he like the original owner of her body? No, no way. She wasn’t going to be anyone’s substitute.

Male lead: Honey, hear me out. What if I told you that the one I love is you in your previous life? Would you believe me? Don’t eliminate me!

[The heroine transmigrates, the hero is reborn. A sweet story with dual perspectives. Their previous life was sweet too, but the hero imagined it as angsty all on his own.]

[The story starts from the hero’s perspective, since his rebirth gives him something close to an omniscient viewpoint.]

Theme: I decide my fate, not heaven.