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"Sword Cultivators may die standing, but they shall never live on their knees!" Xie Xuanyi fell into the Northern Sea, yet, under the nourishment of the "Undying Spring," he unexpectedly welcomed a second life. Chronic ailments had faded, and new flames reignited. A single ember can set the fields ablaze. Enchantresses, Sword Immortals, Buddhist disciples... A multitude of demons danced chaotically as a great tide approached, heralding another golden age! In his previous life, his body was frail; in this life, he would refine his body with golden vital energy, achieving indestructible, crystal-clear Vajra bones! If the three hundred flying swords of the past were all broken, then he would forge an entire Sword Qi Cave Heaven! "Talismans, formation patterns, Daoist techniques—I only know so much—" Xie Xuanyi sat alone within a great array, with his former long sword placed across his knees. "Who says the path realized by Sword Cultivators can only be the Sword Dao?"

In a world dotted with World Entrances to a demon world, demons have invaded humans for centuries. Humanity has united and one of the most ancient sects in the world, the Archean Mountain Sect, has set up an entire education system in the form of Dao Academies and defenses at the World Entrances. Meng Chuan, a young genius, is an expert at the swift saber. Despite his noble heritage, he has one goal—kill all demons. Scarred by demons because of how his mother sacrificed her life for him, he strives to enter Archean Mountain Sect to get the best resources and training. Other than cultivation, his only pleasure is drawing. And as he draws, he becomes stronger… Enjoy this blood-pumping piece of art in Meng Chuan's journey to slay demons with the help of united human comrades.

Married for three years, they appeared to be deeply in love in public, but behind closed doors, he treated her with cold indifference. Having had enough of his neglect, she handed him a divorce agreement and left him. Unexpectedly, the usually aloof Chairman Xu began acting like a rascal post-divorce, visiting daily to mooch food and drink, and even wanting to share her bed? Outsiders all say, "Chairman Xu has deep feelings for his ex-wife, even after divorce he can't forget her and spoils her to no end."

Liu (Musk) is a man that is reinacanated from modern earth, in an era of primitive beasts and humans competing to reign supreme. Due to chance, he embarks on cultivation and manages to reach the limit of strength in his current world, being forced to flee due to sense of crisis he feels getting closer the longer he stays. On his escape journey in space, he is swept by void tide into another dimension. Where he finds himself a new purpose and opponents on his rise to claim opportunity for eternity. Support: https://www.patreon.com/Auroya_Ryan?utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator

Edward, an 18-year-old college student, found himself stuck inside of a dark abyss. "Where am I?" [Spawning Dungeon Champion] "Huh?" With only a single notice, he now housed an unfamiliar body in a dark broody dungeon being forced to attack trespassers. Will he ever find a way out? Or will he be a tool for endless slaughter? Or will he perhaps... do something else entirely? Warning and potential spoiler Due to the nature of the novel the MC will be switching between bodies. That's why the status window was made the way it was. If that's not your thing you might want to skip this one. The progress is not reset though. Discord Server: https://discord.gg/vrwdkurhaA

Dual Cultivation is an art. The more you focus on doing the art, the worse it becomes. Only when doing it becomes part of the art itself, does one truly experience it to its fullest. You will know you understand only when you can't tell the singer from the song, dancer from the dance, and the daoist partners from the dao. This is true enlightenment in the art of dual cultivation ... The 'Naked Sword Art' is a personal skill of mine. It isn't perfect yet, but I believe it will one day be the greatest dual cultivation technique known to man. I am the fucker of mothers, stripper of daughters, and the bane of all men and husbands alike. I am a blind dual cultivator. . . . [ Tags ] R-18 | Mature | Adult | Smut | Harem | Ecchi | Hentai | NSFW | Netori | Blowjob | Anal | Sex | Threesome | Foursome | Hardcore | Feet | Thick | Thicc | Milf | Gilf | Choking | Out doors | Humiliation | Nymph | Bdsm | Fetish | Dual Cultivation | Action | Demon | Handsome MC | Weak to Strong MC | Antihero | Comedy | Wise . . . https://discord.gg/SFyWcze **Art work is not mine. If you want me to take it down please contact me**

Lin Feng tried to be the diligent and hard-working good guy. He Studied hard, did his best to make his family proud and not get into trouble, but when he saw a girl being taken advantage of, he had to intervene. He had been tricked, sentenced to 10 years in jail and framed for a crime he never committed, all was lost. If his life was over he would take those who ruined his life with him… Suddenly he opens his eyes again. He is not dead, but alive in the body of the Lin Feng of a different world. This Lin Feng had been killed as trash of cultivation. This world where the strong had no regard for human life and would kill freely if they had the strength. Called ‘trash’ and thrown away, with vengeance in his heart he will rise to new heights opposing the will of heaven and earth.

"El Tío Maestro de Secta es solo un mortal, que casualmente tiene sus propias 'mil millones' de interpretaciones de varios hechizos". En la cima del Pico Brumoso, el discípulo mayor de la secta estaba educando a los nuevos principiantes. En ese momento, el Líder de la Secta Ye Feng, sosteniendo una brizna de hierba, la agitó suavemente, y un feroz Qi de Espada partió el cielo en dos, revelando una oscura grieta espacial difícil de sanar, aterrorizando a los dioses de arriba. El nuevo discípulo señaló al cielo, conmocionado: "¿Y me dijiste que el Líder de la Secta es solo un mortal?"

At twenty‑nine, she was the youngest CEO in the tech industry—NetVault Security had gone from small startup to Fortune 500 in just six years. The media called her a prodigy. Her board called her unstoppable. Her therapist called her alexithymic. Unable to understand or describe her own emotions. The elevator chimed. Elara didn’t look up. Only one person had after‑hours access. “You’re late,” she said. “The investor meeting is in twelve hours. Did you review the—” “I’m not here about the meeting.” … “Ugh.” Elara lost her life that day at the hands of her mentor and adoptive father. By the next morning, the same people who once called her a genius and praised her to the sky were calling her a coward who killed herself to escape scandal. Then Elara woke up. Not in her office. Not in a hospital. In a different world. In a different body. She was now Elara, the Fourth Princess of this so‑called great kingdom—only to find that this princess was an utter pushover, completely useless in everyone’s eyes. No one feared her. No one respected her. Even her own palace was full of other people’s spies. How is Elara supposed to survive this palace battle, when seven princesses fight in the shadows and she’s known as the weakest one? And can she ever escape this place… or will she decide to win instead? … … “Your Highness, please… ugh…” The leash of light around Mahir’s neck—the head of the knights—tightened with a soft pull. His face flushed red, and not from pain. “Princess, here.” Ken, the strongest beast knight, knelt closer and held out a small pill between his fingers, guiding it gently to Elara’s lips. “Swallow it,” he said quietly. “You used too much power today.” On the floor below the bed, three beastmen knelt in a row, broad shoulders tense, ears twitching, their eyes fixed on her with dazed focus. Thin, glowing leashes of magic ran from their collars to the bands at Elara’s wrists. “Please…” Ken’s voice dropped, rough and a little hoarse. “Put your foot here.” He touched his gloved hand to his chest. “On me.” Elara sighed, half annoyed, half amused, and rested her foot lightly on his armored chest. All three of them drew in a sharp breath at the same time, faces turning even redder as the magic between them flared. Their eyes—gold, amber, and deep brown—looked up at her with the same lost, devoted gaze.

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