Is he a genius in the spotlight, or is he a madman behind the scenes of the Second Avenue?

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After getting the final relief from his past sufferings, Chu Jiashu was given a second chance when he found himself in the body of an infant from an aristocratic family of Hall. Now, nothing is going to stop him from achieving his long-cherished dream of acting. Enter Renly Hall, a Hollywood miracle of 21st century.

The monastic hierarchy is strict, and casual monks live a hard life.

The ten-year-old Mo Hua studied Taoist monuments, developed spiritual consciousness, learned formations, and aspired to the road to immortality.

Change not only your own life, but also the lives of all low-level monks in the world.

In the era of steam and mystery, becoming a correspondence student at the Thaumatology Academy was something Shad never thought of.

A whispering voice rang in my ears, who was reciting the poems of foreigners——

The old gods and aliens,

When the brassy rings of fate turn,

The golden runes are flickering.

steam surge,

the fire flickers,

Relic echoes,

The old gods revived.

The outstretched hand after the thick fog,

Pull back the hazy curtain of the crazy age.

Guests from afar explore the lands of the Old Continent,

Striking the melody of the next era.

Came here through the gate of time,

Shad put down his suitcase,

Look at the silvery moonlight overhead.

Li Che traveled through time and space, and after living an ordinary life for 19 years, he chose to accept his fate, married and had children, and worked hard to support his family.

But when his daughter was born...

A father is honored by his daughter, and his life is no longer ordinary.

…

When your daughter is born safely, you get the Dao fruit [Xian Gong]

When your daughter is one year old, you are safe and sound, and you get the Dao fruit [Dragon Elephant King Kong]

When your daughter is two years old, you are healthy and disaster-free, and you get the Dao fruit [Immaculate Heart]

When your daughter is three years old, you are lively and clever, and you get the Dao fruit [Chess Saint]

When your daughter is four, five, six years old...

…

Li Che discovered that every time his daughter grows up, he can condense a Dao fruit to bless himself.

From then on, Li Che had a simple wish.

One year a fruit, silently guarding longevity.

As a father, I only want...

Starting from a warm bed with my wife and children, I will calmly guard my daughter's immortality.

Silently condense billions of Dao fruits.

So far, he has practiced and refined his spirit, and is invincible in heaven and earth.

Starting over once more, he has entered this “living game” in order to control his fate.

This time, he will not be controlled by others.

Previously the Level 200 Sword King, he will rise to a higher peak in this life.

Money earning methods! Dungeon conquering strategies! Legendary Quests! Location of equipment! Undiscovered battle techniques!

Even the secrets Beta Testers had no knowledge of, he knows of them all.

Massive wars, entering godhood, reaching the peak with just a sword; the legend of the sword god has just begun.

[Scheming] [Plot-Driven] [Single Female Lead] [No Cheat Abilities] [Fake Villain]

Zhao Du'an lived a cautious life as a civil servant, always walking on thin ice. But after transmigrating, he found himself as the pampered boy toy of the Empress—an arrogant, domineering villainous minister. Before he could even celebrate, he was sentenced to death for letting a national traitor escape.

With nowhere to turn, he planned to whisper sweet words to the Empress and beg for mercy—only to discover that his so-called "role" as a favored consort was a complete sham. To make matters worse, his notorious reputation had already sealed his fate:

The entire court was eager to impeach him.

Righteous warriors across the land sought to eliminate him.

Even military officers, monks, and Taoist sorcerers saw him as a disgrace.

Zhao Du’an was at his wit’s end. Since everyone wanted him dead, if he wanted to survive, he had only one choice—he couldn't play by the rules anymore. His path to redemption began with betraying his so-called "allies." From that moment on, the Great Yu Dynasty gained a new title for him—the Empress’s most loyal hound.

Years later, snow blanketed the imperial capital. On the city walls, Empress Xu Zhenguan let out a soft sigh. "We agreed to fake a relationship… so how did it become real?"

It was 1068, Year 1 of the Xining era. Emperor Zhao Xu had recently ascended the throne of the Song dynasty. The widely respected old-guard of civil officials, Ouyang Xiu, Han Qi, and Fu Bi, were in their twilight years. The unorthodox reformer Wang Anshi was full of vigor, wishing to reverse the tide of decline sweeping over the empire. The stubborn Sima Guang would rather leave imperial government than give up on proper orthodoxy. The literary Su Shi watched from the sidelines, unable to pick a side.

With such a talented crop of civil officials, the Song dynasty should have shone brightly. Instead, these geniuses embarked on a mutually destructive course, leaving the Song empire with a gaping, irreparable wound, and leaving future students of history with regret and controversy.

But the sudden arrival of a junior lawyer opens a new path for the Song dynasty. Reformers and conservatives, civil and military officials, domestic and foreign affairs, all shall come under the Law.

[No female lead, no clichés, not a wish-fulfillment story, excellent writing, first-rate plot. If you don't like this kind of story, please don't read it.]

The thirty-first year of the Gregorian calendar.

Snow falls in the cold winter.

Many things happened that year: a new divine child was born in the Divine Sect, thirty-six golden lotuses bloomed in the Buddhist Temple, and a madman emerged from a dilapidated Taoist temple on the verge of collapse.

The North Sea churns as if to swallow the heavens and earth.

A small blade of grass grew on the three thousand miles of barren land in the Demon Kingdom.

In the same year, a brother and sister walked into Chang'an City, carrying a crumpled letter, and stepped into the grand scheme of things.

......

Years later, Li Ziji sat cross-legged on the peak, a long sword across his knees, and murmured to himself: "I would rather suffer eternal damnation than seek liberation from the saints."