On the Great Land of China, forces clashed for the sake of supremacy and Bloodline Warriors ran amok; the conflict of the strong threatened to shatter heaven and earth. A young man named Lu Li—nothing more than a humble Coffin Carrier from the Northern Desert—came along with Lu Ling, his sister. The two were regarded as puny insects and bullied, but little did people know that Lu Li had the strongest Bloodline of them all in him.

He mounted the most handsome of horses and drank the strongest of wines;

He bedded the most beautiful of ladies and murdered the most hated of people;

He told a huge lie and carried with him an ill-reputation undeserved;

He traveled all by his lonesome and danced with devils;

He had given his word that he would come back, that he would be strong.

And it was because of this that she was still waiting in the city—alone.

Sir, what is cultivating immortality?

Nothing more than promotion.

Upgrading... can I get great freedom?

No, upgrade to the next level and face the great terror.

In this case, why do all living beings cultivate immortality?

The lower ones govern people, the middle ones seek survival, and the upper ones kill the way.

What is Dao Zhan?

The master gently rubbed the boy in green clothes and glanced around the surroundings surrounded by fairy spirit. In the realm that the boy in green clothes couldn't see, this world was filled with vague flesh and blood and evil spirits. The weird roars in his ears were destroying the soul all the time. In the gap in the sky, the external demon poked out its messy and shapeless fingers and claws.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and Fu Sheng looked like a god. Looking at the indescribable tens of thousands of immortals above his head, especially the three most terrifying ones in the middle, his head almost exploded.

My name is Zhang Qinghe, the only true cultivator in this damn world of fake immortal cultivators. I carry my coffin...

Wang Yanqing’s father died in battle. She was adopted as an orphan by the Marquis of Zhenyuan. She loved Fu Tingzhou for ten years and would go through fire and water for him. However, this woman carried a family history full of scars, and ultimately, Fu Tingzhou sought another woman to marry.

Ten years of effort turned out to be a joke.

Fu Tingzhou accompanied his fiancé to buy incense outside the city, completely forgetting that it was Wang Yanqing’s birthday. On the road, they encountered an ambush and Fu Tingzhou became busy protecting his fiancée. While defending Fu Tingzhou, Wang Yanqing lost her footing and fell into a cliff.

After waking up, she lost her memory and only knew that she had to repay her gratitude. The man sitting in front of her bed smiled and reached out to touch her head: “Qing Qing, have you forgotten? You were plotted against by the Fu family and lost your memory.” We’ve always known each other; we were childhood sweethearts.

She didn’t know that the man sitting in front of her was the renowned commander of the Imperial Guards, Lu Heng. He was also an old enemy of the Fu family. He was the main culprit of the assassination attempt on Fu Tingzhou that resulted in Wang Yanqing falling off the cliff.

After Wang Yanqing was taken, Fu Tingzhou went crazy. Fu Tingzhou rushed to the imperial guards desperately. Just as he asked Wang Yanqing to leave with him, he was stabbed by her sword.

Fu Tingzhou looked up in shock to see her acting coquettishly with another person: “Older brother, I caught the Fu traitor.”

Wang Yanqing didn’t know that after she walked away, Lu Heng drove the sword deeper and smiled at Fu Tingzhou: “Thanks for taking care of Qing Qing for the past few years. What a pity. Now she is mine.”

The soul traveled through the world of immortal cultivation and awakened the golden finger that added points to strengthen the magic weapon. However, Su Ming's golden finger was for adding points to magic weapons.

"I, Su Ming, will never be a boy who gives treasures!"

Su Ming looked at the mini immortal palace in his palm, his eyes fixed, "Strengthen it for me!"

The immortal palace flashed with golden light, and then the immortal music burst out...

"I, Lin Yi, am a store manager."

"If you have money, I guarantee you'll be satisfied."

"If you don't have money, you'll be on your own."

"What? No money? Hey, close the door and let the dog out."

"No, open the door and let the guest out!"

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Completed works: "Journey to the Infernal Affairs", "Conquering Power", "Future Pioneer", "Super Dimension Invasion", "Dark National Martial Arts"

New York City interrogation room. In the dim light, the interrogator scoffed at the absurd transcript before him: "Huh? You say you've exorcised demons, captured witches, and saved the world?" "Yes," Locke Galahad replied calmly. "Is there a problem?" "Then how come I've never seen any of these monsters you're talking about, not even once in my life?" The interrogator's face betrayed a mocking expression. "Since you haven't seen them, why don't you say thank you?" The interrogator's smile faltered: "???" Current setting: Underworld. Future titles: Wrong Turn, Silent Hill, Scream, Dead Silence, Resident Evil, Otherworldly Realms, etc... PS: Minor Cthulhu and Warhammer universe settings.

In the Cross religion, God is the only one, and all miracles are in the hands of the one and only God;

The “right side” of God, in the Cross religion, means “equal to God”;

The ‘Demon God’ in the forbidden, the ‘beast’ in FATE, the ‘Gods of the gods’ of the godslayer, the ‘Witch Cult’ from zero, the ‘Final Trial of Humanity’ in Hakoniwa…

This is a story of transmigrating into the son of Aleister Crowley, the ‘world’s most evil man’, waving his right hand, and ascending to the God of Crusades.

“The magic name ‘BEAST’ 777 means ‘I will overcome the evil of mankind’!”

The world of Long Summer is shrouded in eeriness. Every six days, on the seventh day, this strange entity invades the dream realm, releasing its malevolent forces to affect reality. On this particular day, an unusual murder case in Kuroki City leads to the discovery of a mysterious girl. She possesses the Eye of Truth, which allows her to see through illusions on the seventh day.

I am Chen Yifan. They all say I am the shame of the Shadow Pavilion. Because when I'm carrying out cleanup missions, I always "accidentally" let one or two people go. My superiors scold me for being indecisive, and my colleagues laugh at my womanly compassion. Until today, the most valued genius of the Pavilion Master was driven to the brink of shattering of his Dao heart by an unsolved case, and knelt down to beg me to take action. I only glanced at the scene and chuckled: "It's so obvious, can't you see?" When I finished analyzing the truth and laid it out before them, the room fell silent. The Vice Pavilion Master, who had always ostracized me, pointed at me tremblingly: "You... who exactly are you?" I picked up the cup of spiritual tea on his table, a cup that no one dared to touch, belonging to the previous traitor, and drank it all in one gulp. "Someone who doesn't want to become a cold-blooded killing machine like you."

Liyuan, "Li" (literally "hidden") and "Yuan" (literally "hospital"), is a secular institution that dates back to the ancient Imperial Hospital. It oversaw matters of the living and the dead, ensuring worldly peace. Liyuan consists of ten courtyards, nine within the inner city and one outside, guarding the gates of the underworld alongside the underworld. The physicians here not only heal the sick but also exorcise evil spirits and even perform rituals... The protagonist, Wang Xi, by chance, submitted his resume and began a new life here... (This story is purely fictional; any similarities are purely coincidental.)