This is a world where martial arts still flourish, but gunpowder and the steam engine are also beginning to take center stage. Steel, gunpowder, and internal energy cultivation techniques compete on the same stage; warships, steam power, and unparalleled martial arts skills shine together. Mathematical geniuses use difference engines to calculate sword moves, while martial arts masters rely on telescopes to study astronomy. From the center of the World Island to the edge of the New World, people are rushing headlong towards the future. In this era that calls for change, Chen Wu really wants to pull out a revolver and tell all the masters that times have changed! Then… then he realizes that his ideas were a bit off. (New author, new book, approved directly through internal review, seeking investment and continued reading)

Chen Lu obtained a mysterious sign-in system!

Go to [your own toilet] to sign in and get a reward of 1,000 yuan!

Go to the [rooftop upstairs] to sign in and get a super powerful skill as a reward!

More sign-ins, more rewards!

Just when Chen Lu thought he was about to become tall, rich and handsome, marry a beautiful, wealthy woman, and reach the pinnacle of life, the challenges had just begun...

The Grudge, Dead Silence, Gonjiam...

Why are the check-in locations in these places!

No insider: 615945890 (Everyone who joins the group must give a first order of 8, don’t make it difficult for me)

The Tang Dynasty failed to mend the sky, and demons were everywhere, and ghosts coveted it.

The three religions of Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism inherited the ancient immortal tradition, and refined instruments with bamboo, tea, silk, salt, rice, and porcelain to suppress ghosts and lock the underworld.

Wu Qi used the map of impermanence to contain hundreds of ghosts, and used incense to support the exiled immortals.

The thirty-six heavenly kings, the seventy-two earthly soldiers, ghosts, monsters, and demons are all included in my map.

It does not torture the owner, so feel free to watch.

“At that time, I had nothing left to live for and returned to the valley. One time, while practicing with my blade in the rain, I was suddenly struck by lightning. After that… I became like this—immortal, never dying, with no end in sight. I suppose you could say I’m the first human lightning rod in all of history.”

His calm tone carried an indescribable sense of helplessness.

This is the story of a Chinese person awakening in Japan...

Upon arriving in Hongyuan, Zhuo Junyan discovered that he, as the host, was actually the target of a manhunt. Was the entire world hunting him down? Indeed, cheat codes were unreliable; only guns mattered! In that case, let's fight! This is a story of dominance, a story of men, a story of life and death, snow and blood, wind and moon, a story of martial arts to immortality, and a story filled with countless mysteries and turbulent events. Entering Hongyuan in this life, life and death are no longer a concern. Wielding a gun, singing as I roam, I move freely in this realm of freedom.

Having transmigrated from being a twenty-eight years old female forensic doctor, into a Hua Mulan that had taken off her armor and now returned home, He Mulan expressed there was quite a lot of pressure.

And completely unlike the ending of the story, there weren’t any fresh flowers and there weren’t any applause. The already thirty years old Hua Mulan, who returned home after removing her armor, was already a monster in the rumors around the countryside.

She was a mix of Xianbei and Han Chinese, her height was tall, her appearance not at all beautiful, her temperament was cold, her strength without a comparison. She had even killed before, wielded a saber before, and had the reputation of eating at the same table, living under the same roof as men for twelve years. She had long been prepared for a lifetime of loneliness.

The line she used to refuse the emissary from Rouran, as well as the requests of her relatives: “My menses never came before”, had further become the original sin of her failure at being a woman.

The He Mulan who’d been defrauded by the villagers until she wanted to vomit blood, resolutely stated:

If she could do it again, she’d definitely conceal her identity, accept the position in the bureaucracy, get a promotion, raise her salary and reach the pinnacle of her life.

In any case, she wouldn’t stand for this extreme suffering!

A young man who fell into the mortal realm from one hundred thousand year-old Forsaken Cemetery competes with Heroes from many sectors of the Heaven, creating an immortal legend. As I am born, I am the ruler of the world.

When will this confusion end? Buddhist cultivation—a different path, different characters, a different story, a new beginning. I wish to ride the wind and tear through the clouds, a faint smile fading into eternity. Heng Fu's Buddhist cultivation path is full of twists and turns—will he erupt in silence? Or will he perish in Jin City? The heaven-defying silver box. How far can a Buddhist cultivator with five spiritual roots go in the cultivation world? Let's wait and see… If you, dear readers, find "The Biography of Buddhist Cultivation" enjoyable, please don't forget to recommend it to your friends on QQ groups and Weibo!

'Seeing' is a medium, 'power' a feedback. A graceful phoenix among men, heaven and earth meet in the depths of the universe. Hearts connect, flowers fill the long western tower. Stepping on the moon, the fragrance lingers long, the elegant young man who seeks the imperial examination. A golden wind mingles with a drizzle, a heartless mourning. Standing firm amidst the blowing snow, a single sword snatches away the cold light. East, west, south, north, the world's heroes hide. Amidst the secrets of West Lake, a film screen unfolds. Appreciate the myriad worlds, answer questions, and earn your destiny!

Time flies like an arrow, yet fate is as unpredictable as a bow. Zhou Man's life was filled with hardship; he sought perfection but could not achieve it all. He thought he could defy fate and attain the Great Dao, becoming the emperor of Qizhou, but on the day of the Fengshan ceremony, he was besieged by a thousand sects and perished on Jade Emperor Peak. The past faded away, and in a dream, he returned… Above the Sword Pavilion, the golden bells rang again; within White Emperor City, the goddess's song still echoed. That year, in the thatched hut at the foot of the mountain, her frail mother, to prevent her from learning swordsmanship, raised a rusty woodcutter's knife and chopped off her little finger. Sixteen-year-old Zhou Man, clutching her wound, sat under the eaves, listening to the rain all night. - Reborn, how will I live? - Live however I feel most comfortable. Note: 1. (Face rolling on the keyboard)