The Ghost King Rose from Her Coffin

The main story is complete.

"We welcome the Ghost King... Please avenge me."

At midnight on the Cold Clothes Festival, the leader of the female ghosts, sealed away for years, kicked the coffin lid aside and returned to the world of the living.

Feng Changyi, the Ghost King reborn, became the delicate second legitimate daughter of a general's household, a woman who would pant after taking just three steps.

A stepmother with honeyed words and a snake's heart, an indifferent father, a foolish younger sister whose head was full of wicked schemes she couldn't execute properly, and a meddlesome concubine. Oh, and then there was a deranged demon of a fiance.

Feng Changyi sneered, picked her teeth, and got a pot ready.

These odds and ends were in for a treat: they would get to witness the Ghost King's acting and methods.

No rush. She would simmer them slowly, then put them all in the pot at once.

Reader's guide:

Two powerful leads! Incredibly powerful! A love-hate romance, with intense push and pull.

Half plot, half romance.

There are household-intrigue scenes early on, and ghosts and monsters appear throughout. There is an ensemble cast.

Two male leads (hehe, it's that kind of two male leads. If that's not your thing, please proceed with caution.)

The blurb only shows a glimpse. The story is even more exciting.

Next book: The Little White Skeleton of the Joyous Union Sect. Please add it to your favorites!

Qing Chacha was sure she'd brought this on herself by reading too many restricted spicy stories. After a fall, she transmigrated into a disciple of the Joyous Union Sect.

The sect's cultivation was all about unrestrained pleasure. One careless mistake, and her dual-cultivation partner drained away her yang energy and flesh, leaving her a bare skeleton.

She was tossed into a corpse pit in the ghost realm and buried carelessly.

To survive, she had to cultivate with a partner, absorb yang energy, and regrow her flesh. So Qing Chacha scoured the ghost realm for living men.

In her predicament, she had only one requirement: he had to be handsome.

The Netherworld Venerable of the Nine Nether Tomb was holding an open selection for a consort. Legend had it that Wu Jiuyou was a fallen immortal, peerlessly handsome, infinitely powerful, and lord of his own territory, with every ghost under his command.

Qing Chacha racked her skull for a way to sneak into the selection. The beauties were all stunning, slender or voluptuous, but she stood out most of all, being completely bare.

With a camellia tucked into her skull and a pair of homemade roller skates on her feet, Qing Chacha glided into the palace hall and immediately showed off her talent, waving her hands in a dance.

The guests: What on earth is that?!

She danced so hard that she couldn't stop in time, and one of her ribs went clatter onto the floor.

Wu Jiuyou descended from his throne and stopped in front of the little skeleton. He picked up the rib and tapped her skull with a bang.

It rang like a bell.

"I-I-I really came to pick... pick a fight. I mean, to enter the beauty contest," Qing Chacha stammered, her jawbones chattering.

The sinister, cold-blooded Netherworld Venerable smiled with interest and straightened the little flower on her skull. "You win."

The hall erupted in gasps... The other beauties gouged out their own eyes!!!

From then on, the little skeleton consort clung to Wu Jiuyou and shamelessly drained his yang energy whenever she pleased, day or night, until her flesh soon grew back.

Wu Jiuyou wrapped an arm around the delicate beauty sitting astride his lap. "You've had your fill these past few days. Now it's my turn."

From then on, Qing Chacha got to live the kind of life found in those restricted spicy stories.

Once a skeleton, always a skeleton. Every time they made love, she had to wail a few times: "I can't take it anymore! My bones are going to fall apart..."

A cute little skeleton who searches for flesh every day x a tyrant with all the flesh she can eat

Theme: Draw on the inheritance of mountains and seas, and tell the myths of the East