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The Xian Practice would eventually be successful! It was as if a test from raging heaven. The Soul Removal technique to become the greatest immortal needed both strength and endurance. Nine hundred and ninety-nine lighting strikes could not do any harm to his soul… Yes… They could not do any harm. If he had succeeded in the technique, he should be in heaven… but why was he here?! He was now in the body of a seven-year-old kid named “Merlin”, the son of the third minor wife of “Witcher”, who came from the wealthy family “Szirtes”. Even though he was the son of Witcher and the grandchild of Earl Szirtes, his mother was still an unworthy, poor servant. So, his status was the ‘servant’ that the family loathed. What was more shocking was that the little kid who looked as if he could break at any moment was able to refine an enormous amount of vital essence, or Qi!! He could even easily penetrate the first level of qi!! The strange power for Xian Practice in this world was different from that of the world he came from. It was a great treasure all the Xians were looking for. It was called the great “Magical Power”. This might be a second chance from heaven! The Xian Practice using magical power has now begun!

Among the gods of the heavens, there was a famous laughing stock known throughout the three realms. Legend has it that eight hundred years ago, there was an ancient country within the Central Plains called Xian Le nation. The ancient nation of Xian Le had vast territory, abundant resources and content citizens. The country had four treasures: delicate beauties aplenty, thriving arts & literature, treasures of gold and jewels and last but not least, their renown Royal Highness the Crown Prince. This person, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince....you could say.... was a strange man. The Emperor and Empress considered him to be the apple of their eyes. They doted on him immensely and would often proudly proclaim: “In the future, my son will surely become a wise monarch, leaving a reputable impression for generations to come .” Yet, in the regards of what came with royalty, of riches, power and honor, the Crown Prince had no interest. What he was interested in, quoting the very words he often said to himself, was—— “I want to save the common folks!” The young prince cultivated in earnest. During this time, two short stories became widely circulated. . The first story occurred when he was seventeen years old. That year, the nation of Xian Le held a magnificent Offering to the Gods parade. Although this tradition had already been abandoned for numerous centuries, through surviving ancient texts and verbal stories, one could imagine the grandeur of the event.. Offering to the Gods day, Martial God Main Street. Both sides of the Main Street were overflowing with a sea of people. The aristocrats were seated on top of high buildings as they exchanged friendly chatter; while the imperial guards cleared the way with their impressive armours clinking. Young girls danced gracefully as their snow-white hands scattered flower petals like rain, filling the sky as far as the eye could see. It made people question whether the dancing maidens were more beautiful or the flowers themselves. Melodious notes sounded from within golden carriages and floated throughout the whole Imperial City. Behind honorable guards, sixteen white horses with golden bridles walked side-by-side as they pulled forward a magnificent platform. Located on top of the tall, magnificent platform was the focus of everyone’s attention, there stood the martial artist to perform a show to please the Gods. During the festive heavenly parade, the martial artist would adorn a golden mask, don splendid garments and wield a sword in one hand. He would perform the role of the first military deity in a millennium to have subdued demonic beasts——Martial God Heavenly Emperor Jun Wu. Being selected as the martial artist to perform such a show could be considered equivalent as to receiving the utmost honour, and thus the selection criteria was extremely strict. This year, the one who was chosen was none other than His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. The entire nation was convinced that he would surely be able to become the most marvellous martial artist to perform such a performance since the beginning of time. However, on that day, something unexpected occurred. During that time, the martial god on the magnificent stage was just about to land a killing blow on a demon. This was the most exciting scene, and thus the people on both sides of the Main Street were fired up with passion. The people on the city walls were also becoming more rowdy as they started outdoing each other in sticking their heads out to see, both struggling and shoving. Right at this moment, a young child fell from the top of the city gate tower. DISCLAIMER: This story is not mine, I did not wrote or own this, I really just want to share it to everybody. I am not the translator either. If you have means to support the author please do so. You can find this novel at novelusb.com PS. the cover photo are also not mine. Belongs to Mr. Google

Getting to the point, “Proud Immortal Demon Way” is an incomparably long, golden finger against the heavens, harem greater than three digits, and with characters and scenes and a protagonist that even girls would like sort of cool cultivation novel. It’s the year’s best stallion novel, bar none! This book’s male protagonist, Luo Binghe, doesn’t walk the path of the lofty or the path of the waste but still manages to take thousands of readers in the literary network by storm, influencing countless YY novels thereafter. He walks a pitch-black path. But before he was painted black, he walked a bitter path. Afterwards, the deep reader Shen Yuan was immersed in contents documenting infinite slaughter, making the summary before the end of the book seem very brief. Luo Binghe was born and immediately abandoned by his parents, wrapped in white cloth, and put in a wood basin set into the water. After nine cold days, it was only because the fishermen in the river picked him up that he didn’t freeze to death in his early childhood. Because he floated among the ice floes and it was the season of ice and many waters, he was given his current name. He wandered the streets in his youth, starving, never wearing enough to be warm, having a gray childhood. A washerwoman working for a large family pitied the child and with no children at her knees, adopted him and treated him as her real son. The mother and son lived in bitter poverty, suffering the bullying of the wealthy. Under such unhealthy growing conditions since childhood, Luo Binghe’s character after being blackened only grows more twisted, full of grievances, with thousands of knives set to kill in his heart. What a good root buried here for a twisted character, Shen Yuan thought with a small laugh at his mouth. Just for a lukewarm bowl of porridge, he endured the beating of a noble son only to still be a step late, unable to rush home to let his mother eat a mouthful before she died. In a coincidental opportunity, Luo Binghe was selected by the number one cultivation sect in the world at the time, apprenticing under ‘Xiu Ya Sword’ Shen Qingqiu. He thought he was finally on the right track, but unexpectedly Shen Qingqiu is fair on the outside, foul on the inside; the absolute worst sort of character. He is jealous of Luo Binghe’s unparalleled talent, his heart always under siege to outperform his own disciples in cultivation, always taunting and bringing along others in ridiculing him. He only cultivated for a few years but it was already a heart-aching endeavor full of blood and tears. It was difficult for Luo Binghe to reach sixteen years of age, finally encountering the cultivation world’s grand ceremonial Immortal Assembly Conference held every three years. In this Immortal Assembly Conference, Luo Binghe was schemed against by Shen Qingqiu and fell into the cracks between the Demon Realm and the Human Realm – an endless abyss. As everyone knows, this is the true beginning of the story! DISCLAIMER: This story is not mine, I did not wrote or own this, I really just want to share it to everybody. I am not the translator either. If you have means to support the author please do so. You can find this novel at novelusb.com PS. the cover photo are also not mine. Belongs to Mr. Google

Author: Mu Su Li Genre: Boys' Love, Danmei, Fantasi, Novel, Romansa Jamuan Anggur Berliku berakhir dengan seorang bangsawan tertidur hangat di ranjangnya. Ketika ia terbangun, ia telah terbelenggu sebagai seorang tahanan di Wilayah Utara Tealspire, ditakuti oleh semua sebagai seorang iblis agung! Namun, ia bukan satu-satunya yang baru saja terbangun. Mengambang di atas Laut Tanpa Batas adalah Tealspire—sebuah penjara menjulang dengan tiga puluh tiga tingkat, dibangun untuk menahan para iblis, tempat para terkutuk dilupakan dan para iblis perlahan binasa. Di puncaknya, Wu Xingxue terbangun dengan darah di tangannya, rantai di kakinya, dan tanpa ingatan tentang bagaimana ia sampai di sana. Kehidupan yang dahulu ia jalani sebagai bangsawan dari Magpie Haven telah lenyap, digantikan oleh kurungan dan kebingungan. Dalam keadaan bingung dan kehilangan segalanya, Wu Xingxue bukan lagi bangsawan manja—ia adalah seorang iblis agung. Namun takdir memiliki rencana lain. Kebangkitannya membangunkan Tianxiu Abadi legendaris, Xiao Fuxuan: sosok dingin dan penuh misteri dengan kata mian terukir di lehernya, wielding kekuatan yang sarat dengan penghakiman ilahi. Saat Tealspire mulai runtuh di sekeliling mereka, keduanya harus menjalin aliansi yang enggan demi bertahan hidup dari kehancurannya—dan menghadapi apa pun yang menanti di bawah. Namun misteri justru semakin dalam. Mengapa Tealspire runtuh? Apa yang terjadi pada kehidupan Wu Xingxue di masa lalu? Dan siapakah sebenarnya Tianxiu Abadi itu?

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MACHINE TRANSLATION Description Wen Tian, on the way to send off his sister, was kidnapped by some people. The multitude of bandits, happy and delighted: Boss, Boss, we have kidnapped a pleasant-looking wife for you. Wen Tian: QAQ The Bandit Leader: Come, my wife, let me look at you, baby. Sifang Town has been bustling with liveliness recently. The town’s best-looking Young Master Wen has been missing for half the month and suddenly returns with a man. The wild man, called Chu XiangTian, is the head of the bandits in the West Mountain. Rumors said that he was a devil who killed people without blinking. Everyone sighs incessantly. Young Master Wen is truly pitiful… Young Master Wen, whom the people said were pitiful, stares fiercely with wide and round eyes. “You sleep in the study room at night!!” The tall and burly man immediately has a black face. Wen Tian, with pouting lips, says, “You are being fierce….. QAQ” Chu XiangTian softens and itches to hold that person in his arms. Associated Names 你不许凶我！QAQ【重生】 Tags Ancient China Cute Protagonist Cute Story Doting Love Interests Family Forced Living Arrangements Handsome Male Lead Kidnappings Love Interest Falls in Love First Revenge Second Chance Slow Romance Special Abilities Strong Love Interests Weak Protagonist

【No system, no Holy Mother, slightly dark belly】 One thought can fix the stars, one glance can pierce through the eternal cycle, and one word is the cosmic law. I am an ordinary person, but I am trapped in a chess game and played by the chess players. However

Betrayed by the very world he once dominated, Ling Xian—the feared God of Destruction—meets a tragic end after a brutal ambush. But death is not the end. Pulled into reincarnation by an ancient primordial force, Ling Xian is reborn in the lower realm with nothing but his shattered body and the boundless knowledge of his past life. In a world where ancient inheritances lie buried and forgotten, he begins anew—masked in obscurity, driven by vengeance, and destined to reclaim his throne among gods. But cultivation alone won’t be enough. As his power grows in secret, so too does the legend of a young man rising from the ashes, feared and desired in equal measure. Enemies lurk. Secrets unfold. And when he ascends once more, the heavens will tremble. He fell as a god… and will rise again as one who transcends them all.

[ CAUTION: 18+] Raised in solitude and care, Xian's world shattered when her mother was killed defending her. With a Reason for revenge, Xian went on a journey to seek the mastermind behind her mother's death. But with not enough experience, knowledge, and power, she can only walk slowly to her goal. Join her as she become an adventurer, a scholar to a academy, and a mysterious assailant that seek revenge. This work is inspired by the famous webnovels; LOTM, TBATE, and much more. continents are inspired by a game named "hybrid animals." Please support me as you read. No fix schedule of uploading by time, but is consistent enough to post every day. -Tempua

"In essence, what is a cultivator? Someone strong? Someone who masters art? Someone beyond human bounds? Someone deity-like? Or maybe someone bound for greatness on a treacherous journey? Though close, a cultivator is those who seek the higher plane. The world above ours so to say." ---- The game that took the world by surprise. Sony didn't create it, or Microsoft, no, it was developed by an emerging company called Shindo Corp. Featuring the first full dive cultivation VRMMORPG, it could supposedly give you a new life. Players could play the game however they want. Yulong is a veteran player of this game who finds himself back in the past. With knowledge of the future, he will rise to the pinnacle of cultivation while knowing one vital thing that would give him an advantage over everyone else. Cultivation is real, and it will be discovered 10 years from now... . . [Disclaimer: You Might Get Addicted] Chapter word count guarantee [800-2100] [Volume 1] - The tutorial volume. [Volume 2] - Serializing... Starting from chapter 10, chapters are now over 1500 words. Please read the prologue and the auxiliary chapters. Romance is not the main focus. Update times: Sunday, Friday, and Saturday. Occasionally Tuesday. No fanservice for the first 20 chapters.