In the first year, Princess Li Qian first met the "gentleman". The man was upright and fair. She sneered: "Hypocrite."

In the third year, the battle for the heir to the throne was lost in one step. He closed his eyes and begged for death. The man was the only one who stepped forward and risked his life to protect him back to the capital. She sneered: "He is still a gentleman."

In the fifth year, the coup d'état ascended the throne. The empress came to the court and offered the man high positions, generous salaries, noble ladies and beauties. She refused them all. She frowned slightly: "He is indeed a gentleman."

In the tenth year, she woke up in the morning with soreness all over her body. She gritted her teeth and cursed the man beside her: "You are unworthy of being a gentleman!"

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"Three things can make the empire great again: swords, humble officials and Confucianism, Buddhism and Taoism."

He said to the empress.

I am the only one in the world who kills, and no one in the world kills me.

This is a crazy man, his crazy journey, endless journey, countless myths unfolding one by one, bizarre, no one knows the end of time and space, you don’t know, I don’t know, this is a crazy man for life, A journey for knowledge, to explore eternity.

[Ordinary flow + no system]

Ye Feifan traveled through time so easily.

who I am?

Where am I?

What should I do?

It turns out to be Xiuxian! ! ! ! !

Oh shit! Where's the system? Where's the old man in the ring? Where's the cheat?

How can I repair it if I have nothing?

This is a daily cultivation journal of a Loose Cultivator from Black Dragon Mountain, meticulously recording every detail of his cultivation journey. As the saying goes, "A woman fears marrying the wrong man, and a man fears entering the wrong profession." Having started as a bottom-tier Loose Cultivator—and one from Black Dragon Mountain, notorious for its banditry—Liu Xiaolou had no choice but to accept his fate. He struggled tirelessly in a world dominated by prestigious sects, hustling for a single Spirit Stone, a Spirit Pill, a Magic Artifact, or a Spirit Herb. The mundane realities of life—the daily grind of firewood, rice, oil, and salt—mingled with the bittersweet trials of cultivation. The true flavor of this existence could only be savored by those who lived it, yet one thing remained constant: a steadfast devotion to the Dao, driven by the pursuit of eternal life

Radiant rays of twilight light up all of Heaven and Earth;

The path to the Dao twists through countless trials in the mortal world.

Ethereal music lingers around the palace beams,

Divine winds gently brush against the robes of law.

Elixirs and panaceas are not my pursuit—

Refining the Dao, claiming supremacy, and slaying demons is!

You ask where the immortals have gone?

To the Jade Palace and Golden Halls, where they stand equal with the heavens!

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Some say the Jade Palace Immortal Lord is a hypocritical fiend.

Some say he simply got lucky, acted ruthlessly, and seized power for a time.

Others call him a savior of the world—claiming even now they’ve yet to repay the grace of the Jade Palace Immortal Lord.

But whether it was the struggling young man Wang Yulou, clawing his way up step by step,

Or the Wang Yulou who would later be hailed as the Immortal Lord of the Jade Palace,

He never paid any mind to the nonsense those people spouted.

The Sea of Bitterness churns—this journey was always meant to be against the current.

If one stops because of outside doubt and resistance…

How could one ever reach the other shore?

[No clichés] [No system] [Not a naive protagonist]

[Power scaling and economy remain intact]

[Completely original combat/cultivation system]

Moreover, heaven and earth are the furnace, and nature is the craftsman; yin and yang are the charcoal, and all things are the copper.

One day, I will let the furnace fire that refines the world be replaced by the flame that belongs to me

[In the realm of martial arts, one should persevere, make progress step by step, and soar into the sky with unstoppable force.] Lin Chen, the new leader of the martial arts list, climbed to the top of the martial arts mountain and carved this line of words, which was regarded as the truth by the poor martial artists in the world and used to inspire themselves. Born in a humble family, he fought back all the way, overwhelmed the heroes, and climbed to the top of the martial arts mountain. This line of words is a portrayal of Lin Bangshou's martial arts journey. As the person involved, Lin Chen was speechless when faced with the interpretation of the words he carved by the martial artists in the world. Did they have any misunderstandings about him? He just carved it casually, and wrote his own fate. [Host: Lin Chen] [Fate: [Water will come naturally]: In the realm of martial arts, one should persevere, make progress step by step, and soar into the sky with unstoppable force.]

The novel talked about the war between human cultivators and demons, and how they overcame or fell before their inner demons.

The main character was a teenager whose parents were mu*dered because they owned a powerful Taoist treasure. He struggled to survive in this chaotic fantasy world and tried to find a chance to avenge his parents. Meanwhile he discovered the top secrets behind this world.

In the vast infinite surface, a new 『 guest 』 is ushered in.

Since the first strong man who refused to fly and chose to stay in the dust appeared, the history of the fairy civilization was able to turn a brand new page.

Step out of the world, and the countless unknown worlds follow.

The source of the fairyland, the end of the magic, the palace of the god, the whisper of the ancient god...

Thousands of worlds were born, and countless civilizations followed their own paths.

Faced with this world full of infinite possibilities, there is no hard work in awakening the land far of the special system.

He just wanted to traverse all walks of life and explore the mysteries and miracles of endless places until the heavens witnessed his footprints and growth, so that every memory was carved into the vast space-time.