King Wen pulled his chariot for eight hundred steps, laying the foundation for eight hundred years of Zhou rule.

During the Western Zhou dynasty, Jiang Yuan had a great dream. When he woke, it felt as if lifetimes had passed. He realized that the flowers were no longer flowers, the mist was no longer mist, and he himself was no longer who he once was.

At the age of four, Jiang Yuan resolved to seek the Way, to pursue immortality. Seeing his parents still alive, he buried this intention deep in his heart, telling himself he would serve them for a lifetime before setting out to find the immortals.

At sixteen, after his parents passed away, he decisively dismissed the servants and burned down his old home, embarking on his journey to find the Dao.

At nineteen, he found a Taoist practitioner but, despite his persistence, could not become his disciple.

At twenty-nine, he finally succeeded and was accepted as a student.

“Master, may I ask—what is your Dharma name?”

“Bodhi.”

So this was Journey to the West!

My master was none other than Patriarch Bodhi!

Transmigrating to the world of Chinese Cooking Master Boy, Bai Yuan, trapped in the dark world of cooking, has, after decades of relentless effort, defeated all five Tiger Stars with his incredible talent, becoming the new supreme leader of the dark world. Just as he's reached the pinnacle, poised to enjoy the power of his organization and marry several beautiful wives, he's transported again and awakens to find himself in Food Wars! The good news is that the women here are more to his taste. The bad news is that he's broke, starving, and with snow falling, he feels like freezing to death on the streets. Fortunately, Nakiri Alice, who happens to be passing by, picks him up and kindly offers him food. However, his limited cooking skills are met with a look of disdain from him, prompting him to react with anger. Feeling a bit over the top, Bai Yuan decides to show off his skills, creating a truly exceptional glowing dish. This naturally leads him to become Nakiri Alice's personal cooking instructor. However... the original promise of a personal cooking instructor wasn't meant to be a love mentor! Looking at Alice Nakiri, Erina Nakiri, Hisako Arato, Izumi Mito and others who were pressing in front of him, Bai Yuan's mouth twitched slightly. It seemed that something was wrong with the development of the plot!

>I only have three days left to live after traveling through the world of immortal cultivation, but the system wants me to accept a disciple with top-grade spiritual roots.

>In desperation, I put my hand on the dog's head, and the detection frame suddenly burst into colorful light.

>At the disciple-taking ceremony, the world of immortal cultivation laughed at me for letting the dog perform the apprenticeship ceremony.

>Until the dog's paw pressed on the spiritual stone, the pressure of the prehistoric world crushed the plaque of the mountain gate.

>The system prompt sounded: "The life bonus has been issued. New task: demolish the ancestral hall and build a public toilet within three days."

>The hostile sect shouted outside the gate: "If you can't even protect the ancestral hall, why open the mountain gate!"

>The dog suddenly spoke in human language: "I think the toilet proposal is very good." ---

"Fusu, you already have 300,000 troops at your disposal, why don't you rebel?"

"When Qin Shi Huang dies, Zhao Gao will tamper with the imperial edict, and Hu Hai will definitely take the throne. Don't wait any longer!"

"Go to Xianyang and force Qin Shi Huang to give up his throne to you!"

"Fusu, it's getting cold, put on a dragon robe to warm yourself up!"

"What? The First Emperor passed away? Hu Hai took the throne? And they issued an edict asking you to commit suicide? What a good opportunity! Come on! I will write you a manifesto to purge the emperor's entourage, restore order, and usher in the Qin Dynasty's orthodoxy!"

"When you take the throne, I will help you pacify the Baiyue, fight the Xiongnu, and sweep across the entire Asian continent!"

When Ying Zheng heard such outrageous remarks, he was not angry but rather looked forward to it.

Not only that, he also asked Fusu to become Zhao Jinghong's apprentice.

"I call Lu Xiang the Second Father, and you can call Zhao Jinghong the Third Father!"

Zhao Jinghong persevered in brainwashing Fusu, helped Fusu lead his troops to rebel, and entered Xianyang, but found that everything was under the control of Ying Zheng.

"My son, do you want the throne?"

Lu Ling traveled through Terra, but not completely.

The soul is inexplicably locked in a long-damaged statue outside the world of Terra civilization. If it wants to condense a physical body and gain its own self, it must constantly obtain the power of prayer.

But the statue is in a no-man's land! There's not even a human being, let alone the power of prayer.

Lu Ling had no choice but to disperse his consciousness into many objects, scattered around the world, and obtained by many Terran girls.

In order to condense the body and to get close to the girls.

Lu Ling inexplicably became their 'golden finger grandfather'...

Jessica: "Mr. Lu Ling, you will always be by my side."

"Ah, yes, yes."

Kong: "Mr. Lu Ling, can you be my agent forever?"

“Yes, yes…”

Lu Ling had made this promise countless times.

Until the girls met...

lu li was originally a Tian Gang Yang body, and was brought into the Ice Realm by his master's wife to practice Dragon God Skill for ten years. Now he has reached a bottleneck, and needs an extremely yin body to neutralize the Dragon Power in his body. In order to prevent this evil disciple harming herself, the master's wife had no choice but to give him three marriage contracts , letting the evil disciple harm others!

[Invincible article, every word is refreshing, the plot rhythm is extremely fast, no drag, decisive killing]

At the graduation banquet, parents and brothers died tragically, encountered hunting, and escaped by luck. After five years of martial arts training in Kunlun Mountain, I came back strongly!

"You are a top rich boy, I can't afford to offend you? My master can slap you to death with one slap!"

"Are you the king of traditional Chinese medicine? My master is the descendant of Guimen, and the thirteen needles determine the life and death of the world!"

"Are you a master martial artist, second only to one person and above ten thousand people? My master sits in Kunlun, and all the masters in the world come to worship!"

"Are you the King of Jiangnan, with power over the world? My master was the emperor's teacher, the boss of your boss!"

"You have billions of assets, and you influence the direction of world finance? My master controls the printing press, and your money is issued by him!" Ye Beichen has 99 such invincible masters.

The towering millennia-old Daoist sect, with its thirty thousand disciples, three thousand students, three hundred True Immortals, thirty Great True Immortals, and the Grand Master, stands at the pinnacle of the world. A vast, century-old imperial family, tens of millions of subjects, a million-strong army, a hundred thousand officials, and over a hundred red-robed ministers—His Majesty the Emperor reigns supreme over this magnificent land. True Immortals roam the realms, spreading the Daoist ancestor's profound teachings. Ministers sit aloft in the imperial court, shepherding the world's inhabitants. The Secret Guards lurk beneath the surface, investigating the world for the Emperor. The Demon-Suppressing Palace, hidden from view, suppresses demons for the Grand Master. ...[Silent Yu] Protagonists: Xu Beiyou, Xiao Zhinan

The mud rolls in, the starry sky illuminates the filthy ghosts and monsters on earth, but there are always people who carry the blazing fire and walk in all directions. Above their heads is a gorgeous starry sky, the road is paved with evil thoughts, in front of them is an endless abyss, and behind them are rotten roots. They will grow roots that can kill with one blow and will soon pierce this hypocritical world. They are flames, swallowing up the dark currents more fiercely than the stars; they bring more dazzling brilliance than the stars; they bring more eternal hope than the stars. They will not fall to the bottom, and the raging fire is still burning.