MTL - My Son is a Transmigrated Prince - Chapter 9 .

Fu Shinan reincarnated an hour before the apocalypse. Fortunately, she received a system that could enhance everything! This made her a big shot in the terrifying apocalypse. To survive, she made the greatest amount of preparation in the shortest amount of time possible.

While taking revenge on scumbags and b*tches, she didn't forget when she rushed home to take her family with her in the previous lifetime. That was when she bumped into her fiance and stepsister having sex in bed. Her biological father even helped to hide it. In fact, he fed her to the zombies just to lure them away...

After reincarnating, she took revenge on these people and embarked on a new journey. Along the way, she met a well-rounded, handsome man, Ji Ju. Initially, she only wanted to live happily and not waste her life. However, she somehow became the owner of the largest base for survivors.

“Sorry, but I'm not interested in being the owner. I want to become the bigshot!” Fu Shinan exclaimed with a cold expression.

“Okay. In that case, I'll be the man who supports you. We'll set up the base and create a wonderful home for our future,” Ji Ju said.

Fu Shinan was enraged. She glared at the man who climbed atop her. “Get lost. Who would build a base on a bed?”

“Shh... I know you're tired. That's why we'll create our heir and let him do the work. You're still the big shot!”

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At five years old, the child from the metaphysical family is about to leave the mountain, and the bigwigs of the capital city have come out to see him off.What's so great about a little dumpling?Yun Xiaoqi innocently spreads his hands, claiming he never intended to show off his powers; his simple wish is to be a good child while subtly dominating all sorts of spirits.Many oppose him during this time, and the “Little Celestial Maiden” Yun Ying teams up with various metaphysical leaders to continuously challenge him, only to be soundly beaten, losing face.Finally, the bigwigs bow down in reverence: it’s we mortals who were blind and offended the little ancestor!***The news of the little dumpling ruling over the metaphysical world reaches the Nether Realm.The Lord of the Nether Realm frowns: this milky little master must be the youngest and most temperamental special envoy from the Nether Realm.The little dumpling, carrying a lantern, walks among the mountains and rivers of the earth, guiding the souls with a proud stomp, declaring: Lord of the Netherworld is not much older than me, who are you calling childish!The noble and refined Lord of the Nether Realm lands and transforms into a twelve-year-old boy, gentle as jade: whatever the little envoy says is right.Yun Xiaoqi keeps waving his hands: nope, I'm just working here.

On that day, the fog blocked everything.

On that day, he became the captain of a ghost ship.

On that day, he stepped through the thick fog and confronted a completely subverted and fragmented world—the old order had vanished, strange phenomonoms dominated the endless seas beyond civilized society, and isolated island city-states and fleets of ships challenged the sea that had become the last ember of lights for the civilized world. All of this while the shadows of the old days were still stirring in the deep sea, waiting to to devour this world that was about to die.

But for the new captain of the ghost ship Vanished, there was only one question he had to consider first— Who knows how to drive this ship?!

Jiang Yining was transmigrated to a cultivation world and became the master of the Tianyan Sect.

Unfortunately, the sect was broke and he only had three disciples. Just as everything was about to fall even further apart, he received the Golden Finger.

To make it even more interesting, the Golden Finger was an idle cultivation game that Jiang Yining had played in his previous world.

[Welcome back, long-time player. You will inherit your old account that has been idled for a million years.]

From the game, Jiang Yining could receive martial arts, resources, fates, buildings, skills, and even spiritual roots from checking in and completing quests.

He vowed that he would use the rewards to grow his own sect.

In the world of cultivation existed prestigious families, sects, kingdoms, and even celestial sects. Everyone’s goal was to ascend to a celestial being.

However, years later, Jiang Yining and his Tianyan Sect sat on the Long River and looked down at the people still struggling in the celestial realm.