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Es ist der 3. März der Unsterblichen Kriegsära. Unter den unermüdlichen Bemühungen des Sektenführers begrüßt die Qingyun Dao Sekte endlich ihren achten Schüler, Ye Ping. Um Ye Ping zum Bleiben zu bewegen und seinen Respekt zu gewinnen, greift jeder in der Sekte zu allerlei Tricks, um ihn zu täuschen. Sie prahlen und geben vor, unvergleichliche Schwert-Dao Experten, Genies in Kultivierung, Alchemie, Verfeinerung, Wahrsagerei, alchemistischen Formationen, Schatzbeurteilung und Söhne des Schicksals zu sein. Um das Image von Genies aufrechtzuerhalten, bringen sie Ye Ping allerlei unsinnige Dinge bei. Sie lassen Ye Ping versuchen, aus einer zufälligen Schwertmarkierung eine Erleuchtung zu gewinnen. Sie holen einen beliebigen großen Topf hervor und lassen Ye Ping damit Pillen von höchster Qualität herstellen. Sie nehmen eine zufällige Kupfermünze und lassen Ye Ping das ultimative himmlische Geheimnis daraus ableiten. Sie hoffen anfangs nur, die Zeit hinauszuzögern, bis Ye Ping die Wahrheit entdeckt, damit er etwas länger in der Sekte bleibt. Zu ihrer Überraschung schafft es ihr neuer kleiner Jüngerer Bruder jedoch... alles zu lernen.

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Um dem Dämonenfürsten das Handwerk zu legen, begeben sich der Schreiber Tanniel und die Diabolistin Alekto auf die Suche nach Manakristallen - Eine Aufgabe, die eher eine unfreiwillige Verschnaufpause als ein echtes Abenteuer verspricht. Doch das Schicksal hat andere Pläne mit den ungleichen Helden. Weder mächtige Drachen, noch eingebildete Elfen oder aufdringliche Nekromantinnen vermögen es, Tanniel davon abzuhalten, zur Dame seines Herzens zurückzukehren. Dumm nur, dass sie sich gerade am anderen Ende des Reiches befindet - zusammen mit Tanniels Ziehvater, einem weisen Erzmagus, dem er diesen Schlamassel überhaupt erst zu verdanken hat.

My father, Roger Hiddleston, unexpectedly became gravely ill and was rushed to intensive care. Before entering, he clasped my hand firmly and pleaded with me to resolve matters with Daniel Moore. I nodded and gave him my word, trying to calm his worries. By myself, I remained outside the ICU, repeatedly attempting to reach Daniel by phone. At last, in the early morning, someone picked up, but it was Barbara Lane who answered. "Daniel's occupied. I'm holding his phone. If you need something, you can tell me," Barbara stated. I hesitated before responding, "Just a separation." Sadly, Roger didn't survive.

On my way to pick up my son, I was scrolling through Instagram when a post caught my eye. It was a popular Q&A challenge: "What's the boldest thing you've ever done in your life?" The replies were wild. Some confessed to cheating, others to streaking in public. The discussion was lively. I wasn't particularly interested and casually scrolled past. Until a familiar profile picture stopped me in my tracks. She said she had destroyed a socialite's life with just a few words. "She was my boss's fiancée, a young and gorgeous Upper East Side princess." "On the eve of her wedding, she was kidnapped, and my boss asked me to handle the ransom." "I suggested we delay for a few days, let her suffer a bit, so she'd learn her place." "But she turned out to be too fragile. The kidnappers tortured her until she had a mental breakdown, and she was sent to a psychiatric hospital." "This is the third year she's been locked away." "And me? I finally married my boss." That word, "finally," dripped with the satisfaction and cruelty of a long-premeditated plan. Like a public taunt, delivered three years too late.

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Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"

The first time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom died just as her bridal sedan chair arrived at his door. The second time Ji Huan was to be married, the groom was struck by lightning just as the auspicious hour arrived. Having been 'returned' twice, her ominous reputation spread throughout the surrounding villages, and it seemed she would be left on her family's hands. Her grandmother, who favored boys over girls, slapped her thighs and wailed, "What sins did I commit in my past life, that you can't even be sold for a single tael of silver!" Ji Huan: "...You might not believe this, but I'm destined for great fortune in the future." Yikes! There's a rule that "those who are unmarried by the age of seventeen will be assigned a husband by an official"? Not to worry, not to worry, I'll just find a fake husband to deal with it. That vagrant at the village entrance... if he cleans up, he's actually quite presentable. It'll be him!