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Mo Chen is a little fox spirit who fell in love with a great beauty. After the beauty got married, he was heartbroken and drowned his sorrows in alcohol at a demon inn every day. One day, a group of demon hunters arrived at the inn. The little fox was mistaken for a vicious beast and severely injured. While fleeing, he was rescued by a general. The general tended his wounds, made him a golden nest with a soft bed, and carried him in his arms every day, caring for him meticulously. Yet the little fox still felt wronged—all because the general shaved off his fur while treating his injuries! Unable to maintain his aloof and proud persona, the fox fainted from crying over his lost fur. The general, however, laughed while lifting his soft belly: "Do male foxes also have six nipples?" Divine colleagues: "Why has General Yu Wen lost his soul to a fox spirit?" Goddesses: "And a male one at that!" After some thought, the general replied: "Because he has more nipples?" Divine colleagues & Goddesses: "..."

The Surname Master is an ancient and rarely mentioned folk profession in our country. Legend has it that every surname carries an innate talent from an ancient clan, and possessing that surname grants access to its unique abilities. According to the 28th National Population and Surname Census, there are currently over 13,060 surnames in China. So, do you know… what your surname once represented in the past? Note: The Surname Master is a profession.

The Ominous Star, known as the celestial lone star said to ignite wars and bring calamities. As the foremost of the three ominous stars, the ever-unsettling social troublemaker Greed Wolf Star, after three thousand years in prison, was transferred to a new job at the Star of Prosperity. Lord Lùxīng of the Courier Trade: "Star of Prosperity, the courier industry has ranked 328th out of 360 trades for at least fifteen years! Working hard delivering packages only to get bad reviews! This baby is aggrieved!" Lord Lùxīng of the Embroidery Trade: "Star of Prosperity, the embroidery industry—ranked 251st out of 360 trades—has seen no new talent for at least forty years! At this rate, it's doomed!" Lord Lùxīng of the Officialdom Trade: "Star of Prosperity, here are the 6,572 rice bowls belonging to incompetent mortals you must personally smash today! Please take note!" Greed Wolf Star: "Excuse me???" * "Out of all 360 trades, each produces its own champions. The legacy of the high and the low, from scholars to farmers, artisans, merchants." Pairing: Lone Star × Ominous Star

Shang Can transmigrated into the role of a cultivation sect's chief disciple—a youthful genius, spirited and triumphant. Life had always been smooth for her, never encountering true hardship. Even her aloof and untouchably beautiful junior sister, whom others deemed cold and distant, would only soften into a gentle smile at the sight of her, obediently calling her "Senior Sister." She once believed the future would remain unchanged, but fate was unpredictable. Years later, amid the clouds, a figure clad in white robes resembled an exiled immortal, yet those striking eyes had lost their light. The usually composed voice trembled slightly as it spoke to her, word by deliberate word: *"Senior Sister, either you stay, or I go with you."* Now a demonic cultivator, Shang Can averted her gaze, unable to meet her eyes. Shang Can used to adore hearing Yun Duan call her "Senior Sister"—those words alone made her willing to give the girl everything, even plucking stars from the sky. But time had passed. Now, those two syllables no longer carried heartrending agony, only a dull, lingering ache. What her beloved junior sister desired most was something Shang Can could never provide.

Su Yu is blind, missing one of his three souls. Since childhood, without parental care, he endured bullying within his family. The only thing of value he possessed was a spiritual marriage contract with the prodigy of the Gu family from Xize. On the day he came of age, the contract was destroyed, stripping him of his last shred of usefulness to his family. Pushed off a cliff, he plummeted into the abyss. The fall cost Su Yu his memories—but awakened his innate Spirit Eye. In the desolate wilderness, within eerie, mist-shrouded towns... lay the graveyards of wandering souls. The ghosts eyed their new prey—a blind, mortal man with delicate features and fair skin, almost too beautiful. But as they bared their fangs, they unwittingly became the blind man’s underlings. Clad in tattered clothes, his dull eyes seemingly unfocused, Su Yu spoke with icy detachment: "Want to redeem yourselves? Simple—work off your sins." The ghosts soon learned that "redemption" meant: Minor sins in life? Ten years of labor. Major sins? A lifetime of servitude. Their ruthless boss didn’t just capture ghosts—he also nabbed demonic beasts from the neighboring Immortal Spirit Realm, and eventually, even the top disciple of Tianlu Mountain! * Gu Zizhou of Xize, Tianlu Mountain’s foremost disciple, was a revered young Sword Immortal, celebrated across the cultivation world. But after a sudden downfall, schemed against by enemies, he fell into the Abyss of Ten Thousand Evils. When he opened his eyes, he found himself surrounded by a few wandering spirits, expertly jotting notes with brushes and ink. "Place of origin? What evils have you committed? Did you slip or were you pushed by enemies?" "You fool, clearly he was pushed by enemies. This kind won’t last long as labor—the boss might even lose money on him." "Boss, over here! A new recruit—take a look!" Gu Zizhou glanced up and saw a striking young man in fiery red robes, his eyes veiled by a gauze, his skin deathly pale. At the sight of him, the spiritual contract buried deep in Gu Zizhou’s soul trembled. The blind youth asked, "How does he look?" A minor ghost replied, "Boss, passable. Could work as a gatekeeper in our Abyss of Ten Thousand Evils." Gu Zizhou: "?" P.S.: 1. Emotionally detached bottom x Sword Cultivator top. Progression-focused story, neither fast-paced nor lighthearted. 3. Cultivation stages: Qi Refining, Foundation Building, Golden Core, Nascent Soul, Spirit Transformation, Void Walking, Great Ascension, Tribulation Transcendence. 4. Story takes off in Volume 2. MC obtains the Abyss of Ten Thousand Evils by Chapter 15. Check author's notes in Chapter 2 for content warnings.

As an ambitious carp, Li Li exerted all his strength to leap over the Dragon Gate and transform into a dragon. However, he overdid it and accidentally smashed his face against the gate, resulting in facial paralysis... Li Li: *Deadpan expression* "Mmp on the face, but laughing inside." Due to his facial paralysis, he was perceived as rude and offended the Dragon Gate administrator, who exiled him to the poorest West Sea. Due to his facial paralysis, he was seen as mocking and offended the most esteemed Dragon Prince of the East Sea. The proud and indignant prince, refusing to accept this, insists on Li Li sincerely praising him, turning his life into chaos. Li Li: "I think you're truly amazing!" Dragon Prince: "Your expression lacks any credibility." This facial paralysis must be cured! What? It requires the saliva of a true dragon? Isn't that just drool?! The most honorable Dragon Prince of the East Sea, Ao Zongxiu: "Beg me, and I’ll give you a kiss."

This is a story where a cold-on-the-outside, soft-on-the-inside, seductive shou cleverly handles a gentle-looking but ruthless, unhinged beauty gong—and her hunger and thirst.[Romance-focused, older gong]Lu Jin runs into her sworn rival, Zhao Ci, at an awards ceremony.She maintains a perfectly polite smile the entire time. Even when her rival crooks a finger at her, seemingly wanting to whisper something, Lu Jin still leans in, thinking she’s being nothing but courteous.Who would’ve thought… she’d be bitten.Clutching her reddened ear, Lu Jin: “??”She has no idea what that incomprehensible action meant—nor what Zhao Ci meant when she whispered in her ear:“You’re mine.”.“Like a bright lamp in the dark night, like a bird riding the long wind—you are the one who quenches my hunger and thirst.” — Zhao Ci

The Nine Provinces Continent is a dog-eat-dog world where the law of the jungle reigns and self-interest is paramount.As an outer sect disciple of the Zhengyang Sect in Qing Province, Rong Su has always been crystal clear about her goals: cultivate, become stronger, and kill anyone who stands in her way. If anyone defies her, she’ll meet them with her blade.Then, she encounters a small ball of light claiming to be the Heavenly Dao, which tells her she is destined to die.After that, during the outer sect’s grand competition, she accidentally sleeps with the eldest young lady from Qing Province’s most prominent clan—a woman who is rumored to be a major villain. And so, her life is turned completely upside down.Before meeting Nangong Yan, Rong Su thought her life was set on a single, bleak path.After meeting Nangong Yan, she learns that the path of cultivation is not only for revenge. The same blade used for slaughter can also part the clouds and cleave the mists, all just to see the person standing behind them.

As a precarious puppet emperor, Xiao Yan only worries about filling his belly each day. Until one day, he discovers a dim gemstone in an underground chamber. Inside the gem resides a lich from another world. With his mana exhausted and soul fractured, he is confined to his phylactery. Yet even in this state, the occasional display of his dark powers is extraordinary. To restore the Lich King's strength—and for self-preservation—the young emperor begins seeking sources of power for the lich. One day, the lich finally gains the strength to take human form. Pale skin, golden eyes, a countenance as cold as the mountain peaks— The young emperor suddenly understands what love at first sight means. *He is my dark one.* Years later, the emperor steers the empire through crisis, reviving a crumbling dynasty, Earning the people's submission and the favor of destiny, his reign indisputable. Yet this once-diligent ruler, who toiled day and night on state affairs, Now delegates governance to his capable, long-serving ministers. Instead, he spends his days wandering with the lich, Sipping tea, brewing wine, climbing towers, Riding horses, dueling swords, sailing lakes and seas. *What happened to becoming an immortalized sage-king?* The lich glares discontent at the now-grown emperor. With a smile, the formidable sovereign straightens the lich’s robes, Then draws out a skeletal hand from the flowing sleeve, Cradling the wrist as he murmurs, ***"You are eternal, while I have but a hundred years. Each day spent is one less."*** ***"I cannot bear it."*** That night, the lich tears through the void, slaughtering the frost dragon that plagued the ice abyss for centuries. By dawn, the imperial meal includes a stew, prepared by the lich himself. Coolly, as always, he remarks: ***"Dragon heart. It fortifies the body, slows decay."*** ***"You and I—more than a century."*** --- Emperor (bottom) × Lich (top) ==== New ancient-setting BL novel *"The Favored Minister"* now serializing: Before turning one month old, Xie Yi was enthroned as emperor. At twelve, he allied with court scholars and his uncle to wrest power from the regent empress dowager, securing his rule. At fourteen, amid foreign invasion, he joined furious border generals to eliminate the warmongering regent. By sixteen, he was the undisputed sovereign of the Nine Provinces. Yet now, approaching thirty, Xie Yi finds life unbearably dull. *Too long as emperor—no joy left. Perhaps time to die.* Until he encounters the infamous wastrel Xu Chun in the capital. The eighteen-year-old heir of Duke Xu’s manor is obsessed with finding a male lover— Older, for gentleness; Handsome, obviously; Skilled in bed—*a good start is half the battle.* After much searching, he picks the emperor in disguise. To their surprise, the two click, crafting a life oddly sweet— Until Xu Chun discovers… The inscrutable Son of Heaven, enthroned in majesty, Is the same man who told him bedtime stories and guided his calligraphy. Panicked, he tucks tail and flees.

The great demon was originally a beloved divine descendant of the phoenix clan from the heavens, yet she succumbed to demonic ways. With a terrible temper and an excessive fondness for flattery, she was determined to find a sycophantic follower. Her maid watched in horror as she stole a dragon egg, risking her life to stammer a warning: "My Lord, a hatched egg won’t speak. You should find one that can talk." The demoness merely smiled, insisting a dragon raised by her own hand would obey. The hatched dragon was indeed docile—fragile, meek, repeating whatever she was told. But then the celestial realm came knocking. Boundless as heaven and earth, the long-standing feud between the two realms ignited in an instant. A century later, the demoness stood frozen as the dragon girl she had raised descended from the heavens—no longer timid or soft, but cold as ice. The dragoness demanded— "Don’t you recognize me?"

Ming Yuzhao had a dream. In it, he chased his unfaithful fiancé across the land for being a shameless flirt—only to find that said fiancé was the classic harem-building, plot-armored male lead who survived every danger unscathed.In the end, Ming Yuzhao died miserably, and was even branded as someone driven mad by love, twisted by jealousy. The injustice alone was enough to jolt him awake in fury.After waking, he stormed to his fiancé’s door with a whole entourage to break off the engagement—only to be accused of being shallow and money-obsessed.That was the last straw.Ming Yuzhao turned around, casually picked a man from the crowd who looked pleasing to the eye, beckoned him over, and said,“How about getting engaged to me instead? I’ll support you.”He was determined to show that idiot ex-fiancé of his—being poor isn’t the problem, being ugly is.·Nie Xiao had been abandoned by his family since childhood. Cold, taciturn, and not someone to be trifled with, he just happened to get caught up in a public engagement-breaking scene after being blocked on the road.Unexpectedly, the very young master who had just broken off his engagement took a liking to him.Just as Nie Xiao was about to leave, he suddenly heard the young master’s thoughts:[Isn’t that the short-lived guy? What’s he doing here?]Nie Xiao paused mid-step. “Since you favor me, how could I refuse?”The ex-fiancé—who had been just about to cheat and slap the first “green hat” on Ming Yuzhao—was left utterly bewildered:“???”CP:Cold, restrained yet sharp-edged swordsman (Nie Xiao) × delicate, pampered young master (Ming Yuzhao)

This story also includes themes like “Don’t dig up the mountain god’s mountain, don’t cut down the tree god’s trees, don’t pollute the fish in the ocean—a comprehensive guide to humanity’s polluting ways”… Not your typical power fantasy—the main perspective focuses on nature, not humans. Proceed with caution~ He Qinglan woke up and nearly questioned his divine existence. Once ranked as Huazhou’s most beautiful river, the Qinglan River had become a notorious polluted waterway—partially dried up, largely desiccated, entirely ruined, and filled with trash. To avoid perishing along with his river, the River God began his obsessive trash-collecting routine. Shock! A gorgeous man picks up trash by the river daily! Shock! Said trash-picking beauty fights six litterbugs single-handedly—without a scratch! Shock! Today, the trash-picking angel convinced yet another would-be suicide jumper! Truly a modern-day saint! Shock! To optimize his trash-collecting, the beauty built a riverside shack! Explosive!! Seafood tycoon Shui Wuyuan appears inside the trash-picker’s shack!!!! He Qinglan: Stop dumping trash in my river! I don’t have gold or silver garbage for you!! He Qinglan: Die far away—don’t dirty my river!! ————————— A sharp-tongued, wealthy, reckless Rain God (top) × a looks-obsessed, gentle, cunning River God (bottom).

His sect destroyed, his life lost as mere cannon fodder, Li Chiyi finally realized that his world was nothing but a harem novel. Reborn into his past life, he understood at last—cultivation talent, noble origins—all were meaningless. In this novel, only the protagonist's opportunities truly mattered! With this realization, Li Chiyi embarked on a thrilling journey to seize the protagonist's every opportunity and reclaim his life at the pinnacle of power. Yet, after entering an ancient secret realm— Li Chiyi finally discovered he’d been reading the wrong script! Faced with a certain someone’s mental collapse: *Wait, System, what the hell is going on?! Why did the protagonist gain a reforged body and inherit the realm master’s legacy, while I nearly got ravished by that ancient cultivator and ended up accidentally impregnated by his essence-infused blood?!* CP: Genius shou × OP gong

As the head disciple of the Wanxiang Dao Sect, Ming Jing possessed stunning sword talent, born with innate sword bones, her cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds. She dominated the Spirit Combat Grand Ceremony, hailed as a prodigy and the beacon of righteousness. Yet, this peerless genius was branded as a collaborator with the demonic faction. Her cultivation was crippled, her sword bones shattered, her tendons severed, and she was cast off a cliff. At the brink of life and death, Ming Jing heard an ethereal voice whisper in her ear. The voice said she had the makings of a protagonist, but was merely cannon fodder in a "Chasing Wife to the Crematorium" script—her fall merely the prelude to the plot. It continued: she was supposed to plummet into a thousand-year frigid pond, drift with the undercurrents into a dark cave, where her corpse would aid the cave's master in breaking a seal, thus kicking off the script's true leads—the Wanxiang Dao Sect's Daoist Master and their crematorium pursuit. Clinging to her last breath, Ming Jing ignored it. Bypassing the frozen currents, she dragged a trail of blood and crawled into the dim cave. Inside, a woman clad in red, bound by blood-red chains, stood amidst the shadows. With an eerie, sanguine allure, she drawled, "Cultivate with me. I'll save your life." The voice urged frantically: "Quick—refuse her righteously, then end your life before her." Ming Jing, her face deathly pale, curved her bloodstained lips in a grin. "Alright." This is the tale of how the beacon of righteousness fell into demonhood, became the ruler of the demonic path, and incidentally stole herself a wife along the way. ① Ming Jing falls to demonhood; she no longer practices the sword. ② The Wanxiang Dao Sect's Daoist Master is female. ③ The CP was originally the protagonist of the "Chasing Wife to the Crematorium" script. ④ Heavy creative liberties; tropes are simple; mix of gratification and torment.

Ning Zhi works in brand marketing and crisis PR. One day, a friend asked: "Is PR work stressful?" Ning Zhi: "How could it be stressful? It’s just that sometimes I dream at night about cultivating immortality while still having to handle crisis PR for righteous sects." [Smile] "Want to resolve the scandal where your sect’s head senior sister was slandered for being materialistic after calling off an engagement?" "Want to mitigate the fallout of the top swordsman defecting to become the Demon Lord?" "Want to know why someone keeps secretly dragging your sect’s founder, hinting he’s the real mastermind behind the cultivation world?" Give me a chance, and I’ll restore righteousness to the cultivation world! Much later, Ning Zhi realized—this wasn’t a dream. Every night, he actually crossed over to the cultivation world, exhausting himself to polish the reputation of the righteous sects.

As the undisputed top workaholic of the cultivation world in his past life, Hu Tianle opened his eyes to find himself reborn. Back in the days when his family and friends were still alive, Hu Tianle felt like the entire sect’s overworked patriarch, dealing with chaos every single day. From soothing quarrels among the higher-ups... To mediating cutthroat competition among disciples... All while sandwiched between a rebellious master who wanted his disciples to sacrifice even eating and sleeping for training—constantly stirring up trouble. As the sect’s strongest all-purpose fixer, his juniors firmly believed that without their senior brother’s tireless patching-up, this doomed sect would fall apart sooner or later. Hu Tianle’s self-image: A steady, reliable, gentle, and polite senior brother. Others’ perception of him: A supremely patient mediator + an all-rounder charming fox spirit. The entire sect: Question King Zhou, understand King Zhou, become King Zhou.

Since transmigrating into this cultivation world, the Palace Lord picked up a somewhat pitiful disciple and eagerly awaited a classic "dark-hearted wolf cub" archetype. But despite going through many trials, why is his disciple still so well-adjusted? Palace Lord, exasperated: *"Good disciple, when will you turn into the big villain? Your master is ready to sacrifice himself (and his body) to comfort you."* Disciple: *"No, I refuse. *乖巧.jpg*"* Meanwhile, the Palace Lord himself has high cultivation but lives alone on a mountain peak, unknown to his sect, forced to take in a low-level disciple just to run errands—leaving them both tangled in grand conspiracies. Exciting! Except... *"Wait, who am I, and what’s my name?"* **[Collective confusion]** ...So much for transmigration adhering to basic logic. Those past-life novels LIED to me! On top of that: the transmigration method is bizarre, the system glitches worse than JJWXC’s servers, and—worst of all—people keep bullying his disciple. Enraged, he draws his blade: *"Step aside, disciple—I’LL play the villain!"* Disciple: *"Ah! Master, calm down! Let me handle the killing—please put the sword away! Also, allow this disciple to comfort you with his (body)!"* Sword: *"MMP, can someone acknowledge me? I’m tired of their PDA!"*

The koi fish demon Li Jin failed to leap over the Dragon Gate and was reborn in a future interstellar era devoid of any religious beliefs, awakening a "Rising from the Ashes" system. Imperial Admiral Jin Lin is on the brink of death, and someone suggests taking a bride for a life-prolonging ritual. Due to their compatible astrological signs, Li Jin is chosen. Upon awakening, Li Jin discovers not only the loss of all his cultivation but also that he is being forced into a political marriage. Fortunately, his future husband is on the verge of death, so as long as he accumulates enough virtue points in the system, he can achieve enlightenment once more. Soon, a koi fish goes viral online: "Repost this koi, and within three days, you’ll receive unexpected gains—perhaps your wish will come true!" Netizen A: "Oh my god! I just reposted Mr. Koi, and the civil service exam I failed three times was suddenly passed!" Netizen B: "Ahhh! The person I’ve been secretly in love with confessed to me! Thank you, Mr. Koi!" Netizen C: "I won 200,000 in the lottery! I’m going to thank Mr. Koi in person!" ... As the mission progresses, Li Jin watches his virtue points steadily increase, nearly enough to rebuild his foundation—until he starts feeling reluctant. Jin Lin’s life force weakens, as if death is imminent. The virtue points in hand could save him—but should he? When Jin Lin wakes up, he’s utterly confused: since when did his bathroom have a fish? Suddenly, the fish flips over, transforming into an exquisitely beautiful young man—just as Jin Lin steps out, fully naked, his sculpted physique on full display. Li Jin: "Fortune-telling, exorcisms, demon-slaying, wealth charms—damn it, my husband’s on the brink again! Just how many virtue points will it take to extend his lifespan?!" Beautiful koi bottom vs. seven-rounds-a-night mega top.

Everyone knew he was the most useless sword spirit.Emperor Pei Lanzhi once gathered all the divine weapons and magical blades under heaven, determined to cast this broken piece of metal aside like something worn out.Until the day he shattered and died...This story is about their reunion in modern society a thousand years later.The man reappears in his life, which is as blank as a sheet of paper, and carefully protects him.[Hidden attributes and CP, related announcement]Cold-hearted at first (in the previous life), then deeply devoted (in this life), mentally unhinged top X soft, amnesiac, pitiful bottom[First the bottom suffers, then the top suffers; the bottom has already finished suffering]Modern story, with a bit of mystery-solving. Since the bottom died once, the top has a very serious psychological shadow, so his possessiveness is extremely strong.

Chen Moqing, the young genius of the Tianshu Sect, sealed a demon god with a single sword strike, roaming freely across the Nine Thousand Prefectures—an unrivaled prodigy in swordsmanship that the younger generation could only watch from afar, unable to catch up.But in one moment he fell from the clouds—his sword broken, his body ruined, his cultivation roots utterly destroyed—reduced to a cauldron that everyone chased after to plunder.It was only when his own sect joined forces to hunt him down and surround-kill him at the northern border of Zhou Kingdom that he learned: the protagonist of this world was a transmigrator carrying a ‘System,’ and he himself had been standing in the way of that transmigrator’s path as the ‘male lead’.The northern border of Zhou Kingdom was a wild, untamed land. Rumor had it that thousands of years ago, the Demon Emperor had fallen here.Several days later, Chen Moqing awoke at the bottom of a cliff, his spiritual roots utterly shattered. In his arms, a fuzzy little round ball was biting at his fingertip, crying out in hungry mewls and whimpers.Cang Shun: “Meow.”Chen Moqing: “……”Chen Moqing, the Tianshu Sect’s foremost sword cultivator, had fallen. His sword, Chenjie, was obtained by a disciple who had been showered with the sect’s favor from the moment he joined.Afterward, the cultivation world gained a new black-robed demonic cultivator—cold and aloof in features, pale and proud, unskilled with the sword, yet unmatched in the world in spell arts.At the once-a-century Grand Cultivation Tournament, the Tianshu Sect’s new prodigy held Chenjie and looked down upon all around him with disdain—only to be thrown off the high platform by that black-robed demonic cultivator within ten moves.The Tianshu Sect erupted into uproar, intending to suppress the demonic cultivator.In front of the entire sect, the demonic cultivator removed his mask. Holding Chenjie, his black robes stained with blood, his bearing peerless—it was none other than the former foremost sword cultivator, Chen Moqing.On Chen Moqing’s shoulder, a snow-white fluffy round ball l**ked at his face, its eyes revealing a chilling scarlet blood-red—just like that terrifying Demon Emperor from thousands of years ago.*Having survived a great calamity, Chen Moqing picked up a fierce little fluffy ball at the bottom of the cliff—said to be the once-supreme Demon Emperor of old.The two of them, bound together by an accidental contract, couldn’t stand the sight of each other. The little fluffy ball puffed up its fur every day, yowling that it wanted to dissolve the contract.Later still, a certain Demon Emperor’s Majesty recovered his cultivation.Chen Moqing: “Time to dissolve the contract.”Cang Shun: “……”The fluffy little snow-white beast tilted its head up and mewed at Chen Moqing, shaking out its soft fur, rubbing itself softly against the back of his hand.Chen Moqing: “?”