Blood Warlock: Succubus Partner In The Apocalypse - Chapter 7 - Clearing The Path

Xiao Yu transmigrates into a comprehensive xianxia universe, becoming the senior brother of Tianyong City and activating the Immortal Emperor System. Starting from the Foundation Establishment stage, he ascends through the Golden Core, Nascent Soul, and Spirit Transformation stages, ultimately achieving immortality! This universe seamlessly integrates multiple xianxia classics, such as Chinese Paladin 1, Chinese Paladin 3, and Gu Jian Qi Tan, among others.

After midnight, you’re not allowed to enter the bathroom.

At exactly 2 am, there was a knock on the door.

A woman with disheveled hair and a bony figure always had her back turned to me.

Encountering strange events? Luckily, I can rewind!

This is a story of a reborn individual who navigates a world invaded by strangeness, carefully taking

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After everyone reaches the age, they can open their own blessed land.

Blessed land, bestowed by the will of heaven and earth.

In the blessed land, Taoist soldiers can be cultivated, all things can be cultivated, and the supreme dynasty can also be built.

Myriad worlds are broken into countless fragments, forming countless star gates, there are three kingdoms, there are rivers and lakes, there are immortals and gods, and there are monsters.

In the star gate, there are martial arts from the world of martial arts, fairy arts from the world of celestial beings, and technological things beyond reality.

Mei Changge accidentally turned on his own point adding system, and found that it can be added not only to himself, but also to his own buildings.

Dilapidated village +10086=eternal heaven!

Black soil+10010=nine days of resting soil!

Bow and arrow tower +9527 = gods and magic crossbow!

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I am Racist.…I mean, my name is Racis T.I was a stand-up comedian. The flop kind. The type who only got laughs when someone else was roasting him.One night, I was doing a gig at a shady, run-down bar—the kind where tattooed bikers drink motor oil for breakfast. I went in with my usual dark humor, but my jokes were getting the same reaction as my dating profile: complete silence.That didn’t sit right with my inner artist, who was already starving to death. So I did what any committed comedian would—I went darker.Turns out, one of my jokes (or all of them?) triggered a guy so hard that he pulled a trigger. Headshot. Instant death.But hey, look at this: A guy got triggered, so he pulled the trigger. That’s wordplay. But who cares? I’m dead anyway.All I wanted was a successful show, people laughing, and maybe a few girls swooning over my wit. I never cared about money. The millions I’d have made would have gone to charity—specifically, 0.001% of it. See? I’m generous like that.Anyway, death is death. My story should’ve ended there.But… if there is an afterlife, I had a simple wish: become a successful comedian, find a loving wife, and have just enough money to afford three meals a day… and maybe a humble little private yacht. Or a jet. But that’s it. Because, like I said, I don’t care about money.Unfortunately, wishes don’t work that way.Because, well—there was an afterlife.And it was absolutely not what I wished for.