Have you ever heard of stealing life spans? Taking away year...
In order to break the ghostly eye that a comrade had acciden...
Since childhood, he possessed eyes that could perceive spiri...
Lingnan, once the land of the Baiyue, has always revered sor...
Why have I come to the Primordial Wilds? To attain the Dao, ...
"As long as he shows off, he grows stronger." This is the ta...
Transmigrated to the Immortal Martial Realm, I found myself ...
Blades flash and swords gleam, painting the mountains and ri...
My soul was cast into the waning years of the Eastern Han, o...
Wang Bo, an unfortunate young man, was maliciously cast into...
Wei Dong found himself dreaming back to the year 1983. As a ...
Have you ever heard of stealing life spans? Taking away years from one person and giving them to another. I have witnessed it myself...
In order to break the ghostly eye that a comrade had accidentally awakened, as well as the ancestral curse that plagued the brothers for generations, the three companions embarked on a journey through countless tombs in search of a solution. From the Tomb of a Hundred Coffins, the undead maiden in a general’s grave, the Fox Spirit’s mausoleum imprisoning a thousand souls, to the ancient corpse buried in desert ruins—could the trio make it through these perilous tombs unscathed? To explore the depths and seek the dragon’s vein is to distinguish the forces of yin and yang; the Two Principles and Four Symbols determine the fate of all mountains. Should one master the mysteries of yin and yang, then heaven and earth would lie within the palm of one’s hand.
Since childhood, he possessed eyes that could perceive spirits, accompanying his master as they wandered far and wide. Together, they explored eerie school buildings by night, uncovered secrets in the southern provinces, braved the underworld to confront vengeful ghosts, and unraveled the ancient mystery of the Dragon-Locked Well. Yet after that fateful incident, everything changed beyond recognition... Discussing Buddhism and Daoist rites, inscribing records of the balance between light and dark, he wielded his sword to vanquish fierce specters and strode boldly through the shrouding black mist.
Lingnan, once the land of the Baiyue, has always revered sorcery, divination, and spirits. The creation of ghosts and gods was a means to bewilder the masses. The flourishing tradition of Southern sorcery boasts a long and storied history, renowned far and wide. Enigmatic child mediums, self-combing maidens, spider-thread divination—these strange customs are woven into its fabric. In my childhood, a witch nearly stole my heart, leaving me on the brink of death. Who could have foreseen that, on a Mid-Autumn night many years later, history would repeat itself?
Why have I come to the Primordial Wilds? To attain the Dao, of course! If not for seeking the Dao, why else venture into this ancient realm? In this world where immortals are as common as dogs, if I am to be one, I shall be the strongest immortal, the most formidable sage, the most carefree saint! How can this be achieved? Simple—a system will handle it all for you! If you wish to know more, just step inside and take a look!
"As long as he shows off, he grows stronger." This is the tale of a gifted youth who dominates countless worlds with his unrivaled confidence.
Transmigrated to the Immortal Martial Realm, I found myself merely a supporting character. Fortunately, I possessed the Ten-Star Dao-Proving System, granting me unrivaled swagger across all worlds! In my left hand, the Blade of Infinity; in my right, the Blood-Drinking Sword; draped across my shoulders, the Sunfire Armor. I mastered the Navy Six Styles and the Three Colors of Haki, and wielded the Tempest Severance Slash. I summoned the Empress Serpent as my secretary, and recruited Master Saitama as my personal bodyguard. “Ladies, let's talk things through calmly—please, put your clothes on first!” Standing with effortless grace upon the clouds, Wang Ran began his journey of Dao-proving, flaunting his power like the wind. Author’s custom tags: clever, system-powered cultivation
Blades flash and swords gleam, painting the mountains and rivers with their light. I possess no great talent—only a single sword with which to protect those I cherish. The principles of the Dao are simple and true, yet after seeing countless souls, I find that some pursue immortality, exhausting their passion and lifeblood, only to remain outside the halls of greatness. Infants wail, carriages roll endlessly by; these people are born into the world of wanderers, seeking answers to the ultimate truths amidst the fleeting beauty and turmoil of mortal life.
My soul was cast into the waning years of the Eastern Han, only to become the last puppet and infamous tyrant of the mighty dynasty? No system to aid me, no sniper rifle, not even a single muscle to boast of? Yet none of that prevented Liu Xie from toying with Cao Cao, striking down Sun Ce with his fists, seizing the Two Qiaos, recruiting Guan Yu, and using cunning to pacify the Central Plains, conquering the frontiers with martial prowess. When the world realized that this so-called tyrant, aside from his fondness for women, was not so dim-witted after all, Liu Xie had already prepared to claim dominion over all beneath the heavens. The Han remained as resplendent as under the rule of the First Emperor of Qin or Emperor Wu of Han, yet as Liu Xie lay upon his bed, he thought to himself: If only I were truly a foolish ruler—how much simpler life would be!
Wang Bo, an unfortunate young man, was maliciously cast into the era of the Three Kingdoms, where he began a sweeping and dramatic transformation of history...
Wei Dong found himself dreaming back to the year 1983. As a disabled, aging security guard, he possessed none of the usual talents of a reborn hero. Yet fate smiled on him: in this very town, a figure of boundless power and legendary status had descended. Naturally, Wei Dong was determined to serve faithfully and follow closely, hoping to share in the good fortune and rise alongside this extraordinary person. If, by some stroke of luck, he could even win the favor of a celestial maiden, he would devote himself without reservation. The only trouble was, this so-called great one seemed rather different from the legends. Please, show us your true might!
His superior was under investigation, his girlfriend had betrayed him; malicious colleagues schemed to squeeze him out, and he was forced to step down from his position. Yang Dong found himself plunged into his darkest hour at the very start—yet he remained utterly unruffled, for he had already lived through all of this in his previous life. Now, back in the year 2008, he could face everything with greater composure and calm. What he never expected, however, was that a single phone call would alter the course of his life. In order to save his superior, he was seconded to the municipal disciplinary commission’s investigation team, inadvertently setting off a tremendous storm. To all of this, Yang Dong had but one response: “No need to panic—let me have a cigarette and collect my thoughts first.” (No harem, no cheat systems, only one heroine, a proper officialdom novel written solely to bring a smile to your face.)
| Category | Title | Chapter Name | Word Count | Author | Updated Time |
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| ficção científica | Chapter Forty-One: Tears | 52K Words | 2026-06-02 23:01:01 | ||
| ficção científica | Volume Two – The General’s Tomb Chapter Eight – The Hall of a Thousand Poisons | 98K Words | 2026-06-02 23:00:48 | ||
| ficção científica | Chapter Forty-Four: A Fierce Battle with the Azure Minister Ghost King | 95K Words | 2026-06-02 23:00:42 | ||
| ficção científica | Chapter Forty-Five: Nightmare | 73K Words | 2026-06-02 23:00:35 | ||
| Cultivo espiritual | Chapter Forty-Six: Dragonblood Warrior | 80K Words | 2026-06-02 23:00:29 | ||
| Cultivo espiritual | Chapter Forty-Five: The Scholar Arrives | 33K Words | 2026-06-02 23:00:22 | ||
| Cultivo espiritual | Chapter Forty-Four: The Outcome of the Martial Competition! | 13K Words | 2026-06-02 23:00:16 | ||
| Cultivo espiritual | Volume One: The Monarch's Decree Chapter Forty-Five: The Battle Between the Troops of Darkness and the Soldiers of Light | 91K Words | 2026-06-02 23:00:09 | ||
| História | Chapter 41: Her Weakness Was All Too Obvious | 28K Words | 2026-06-02 22:56:04 | ||
| História | 34. Raid | 126K Words | 2026-06-02 22:49:58 | ||
| Metropolis | Chapter 46: The So-Called Magic Cloak | 111K Words | 2026-06-02 22:43:51 | ||
| Metropolis | Chapter 45: Mastering Hou Shuangquan | 86K Words | 2026-06-02 22:37:45 |