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Just AI translations that I want to leisurely read later (Ignore this). Also, I'm not the author. Problems: *Names *Chaps heavily un-edited *Cultivation realm confusion Pro: *Better than MTL at least lol Cover is from R.top

After transmigrating for four years, He Yiming finally becomes a rookie sect master, activates the Sect System, and receives sign-in rewards! The system actually summons companions from Earth, having them transmigrate as a group, reshape their bodies, and become disciples of the sect! And so, the sect’s entire vibe takes a sharp turn! Dark Souls veteran: “Even though the newbie-village mobs can one-shot us, as long as you block one attack and roll, you can kill them flawlessly without taking damage!” Chūnibyō player: “If your right hand doesn’t have the Power of Seals, what kind of immortality are you cultivating?! Come to my crash course! Guaranteed results!” Tower defense player: “The beast tide is coming! Form up the He Yiming Defense Group! Arrow towers, ice turrets, flying-sword formations—all ready! If even one monster slips through, I’ll butterfly swim in Shit!” Native cultivator: “What? He Yiming’s disciples can establish their foundation in three seconds?” “What? He Yiming’s disciples can solo a great demon without taking damage?” “What? Every one of He Yiming’s disciples has Heavenly Fire?” “What the hell—say that again?!” TL Note: My translation of names will be a bit different from the previous translator, so I will have to ask that people adjust to the new/similar names. Also the other translator is wrong on the chapter length. I check on the book’s publisher website and their chapter 773 should be chapter 688, so this is continuing off from their last chapter. Also, I am translating it here as well and you can read paid chapters here https://indratranslations.com/series/all-my-disciples-suck/ Here is my Patreon patreon.com/dojyann. Tier one will be $3 a month allowing access to 15 chapters ahead, $5 gets 30, and $10 gets all my locked chapters. Currently it would be best to buy the chapter on https://indratranslations.com/series/all-my-disciples-suck untill there is 15 chapters for tier one.

Lu Changsheng is depressed. In this world full of cultivators and immortals, because of his face and irresistible fine bearing as a protagonist, women fall in love with him within three seconds. Unusual heavenly phenomena occur to celebrate his breakthroughs. His literary talent can easily shock all scholars and his random citations are eulogized by the heaven and earth. Legendary beasts offer themselves as mounts, celestial treasures throw themselves into his pockets. However, there is one thing he does not understand. He's the main character, the protagonist, the MC! Why does his cultivation suck? Also known as "Super Ultra Ordinary and Average Eldest Senior Brother," "Why Am I Still the MC Even When I Suck at Cultivation," "My Good-looking Face But Hopeless Cultivation."

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Three beautiful and intelligent 16 year old girls do everything in their power to achieve their big dreams meant to be fulfilled anywhere in Europe. As they grow up turning 16, they get the feeling of wanting to explore everything under the shadow of the wild scene. They crave and long for tatoos which they were secretly, pressure of multiple piercings, they want to go out on trips and be adventurous, they host secret parties without their parent's knowledge. They feel ready to explore their sexual fantasies, they meet their lifetime partners, and decide to go for a trip, in the name of having fun and being adventurous, up until one of the guys gets his dick cut mistakenly under the name of fun!

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It started on a lazy Sunday afternoon. Amelia and I were relaxing by our pool when a deep voice called from across the yard. “Hey, everyone!” Our neighbor Donald Stewards, a tall, sturdy widower in his forties, stood at the edge of our lawn, gardening shears in hand. Amelia, wearing a modest pink bikini that accentuated her voluptuous figure, instinctively ducked under the water. Later that evening, as I held my wife in bed, I teased her while moving inside her. “Did you notice Donald checking you out today?” She blushed. “You always imagine people staring at me.” “They do,” I whispered, thrusting deeper. “Especially him. The poor guy probably hasn’t seen action in years. You brightened his whole day.” Amelia’s breath quickened, her body responding with unexpected heat. “Tim… you’re terrible.” Weeks later, an accidental exposure through our bedroom window escalated everything. Then, A late-night visit to “help with a casserole” ended with Amelia’s hand wrapped around Donald’s enormous shaft, pumping him to a powerful climax while I secretly watched from the window. “Wow, Donald… you cum so much,” she whispered in awe. “Give me that large member!” she screamed. “I love it!”

Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.

One day, a strange hand suddenly appeared inside Chi Wan’s interdimensional space. Its owner claimed to be living in the apocalypse—starving, desperate—and begged to trade anything he had for food. Chi Wan stared at the pile of Imperial Green jade, oversized diamonds, and dozens of kilograms of gold bars he offered… and fell into deep thought. …Wasn’t this a little too profitable? From then on, her connection to the apocalypse only grew stronger. The mysterious man—who turned out to be a powerful figure—used his Wood Ability to help her revive rare orchids, cultivate endangered plants, and even harvest zombie crystal cores for the country. As for Chi Wan? She only had three responsibilities: feed him, feed him, and keep feeding him. Somehow, without realizing it, a group of extraordinary men began to gather around her: A genius research scientist. An aloof, abstinent CEO. A cold and ruthless Soldier King… In front of Chi Wan, they were gentle, attentive, and impeccably polite—each trying to outshine the others. Behind her back? They were one step away from tearing each other apart. Meanwhile, on the other side of the spatial link… The so-called King of the Apocalypse clenched his teeth in silence as he listened to these men compete for her attention. As for Chi Wan? “I’m busy getting rich and supporting my family,” she said calmly. “A battle royale of suitors? I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Until one day— An absurdly handsome man appeared at the gates of her villa… carrying a sack filled with gold and jewels. “I’m here to marry into your family,” he declared. Chi Wan glanced at him, then at the newly connected wasteland world inside her space… …and once again fell into deep thought.