(Female dominance and male decline + reverse reasoning + not a wish-fulfillment story + alternate universe + slow pace)

Reborn into this cultivation world where yin prevails over yang, An Sheng was cautious and timid from a young age, only seeking a peaceful cultivation path and to live a little longer.

Unfortunately, the kind older sister in the clan is a perverted person with a bone fetish, and she thinks all day long about turning him into a bone furnace.

In order to avoid being turned into a magical artifact for others to play with, the boy had no choice but to take the risk and cultivate the supernatural power [Myriad Transformations of Other Self and Past Lives].

From then on, the heavens and earth were vast and the universe boundless.

He was a young witch clan member living a precarious life, and also a fox spirit aiding and abetting evil; he was both a righteous hero who bravely faced death and a demonic leader who wreaked havoc on the world...

But the boy was unaware that every gift from fate comes at a price, and that an incredibly terrifying being was already secretly watching him...

The Twelve Ancestors of the Witch Gods, the Boundless Purgatory Path.

Cultivate the Soul-Devouring Body, chant the Curse of Resentment and Death, refine the Blood of Sorrow, bury the Bones of Life and Death, ignite the Heart Fire with the Seven Emotions, let the Moon Illuminate the Vast Expanse, Ask the Ancient Sect of Heaven, the Fiend of Another Realm, the Great Black Heaven, the Lotus Mother, the Hundred-Armed Demon...

"Well, let's be reasonable. It's impossible for me to be your furnace, your Daoist partner, your tool, your elder, your pet, your best friend, your worst enemy, and your life mentor all at the same time."

The boy fought and retreated, then requested a reconciliation.

"Why not?"

The fairies smiled radiantly and spoke in unison.

If you want to be an idol, a good actor, or a good singer, you must have real materials and work that you can show off.

Just rely on good looks to gain traffic, spend money to get big prizes, and fans to gain data.

How many years will this be popular?

Su Mu, who was reborn in the parallel world, knew this truth well.

So he secretly vowed...: He will stop when he earns 30 million!

Then he became a top celebrity due to his good looks, earned hundreds of millions, spent money to win awards, and lived a comfortable life.

Proficiency…bound.

Su Mu: What’s the use of it now? I'm not a powerful person, how much money can I make from that thing?

This book is also known as: "Being a top-notch person with some extreme ceiling skills is not too much, right?" "I've already spent money to win the prize, why are the cheats here?" 》《Self-cultivation of powerful male artists》…

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PS: Light and entertaining article, a serious and funny man, I want to watch it for a while, don’t take anyone else to complain.

In his previous life, Cui Xian was a PhD in Chinese Language and Literature from a prestigious 985 university.

In this life, he transmigrated to a poor family in ancient times—

A poor family, a pregnant mother, young older siblings, a father and uncle who failed the college entrance exam six times, a grandmother who fantasizes about her son passing the exam and suffers from hysteria, and him who is only eight years old.

Choi Hyun: This is too tragic.

To change his fate, Cui Xian went out to work as a page for a rich young master.

But the young master was a poor student and afraid of taking the exam, so he came up with a bad idea: to secretly register Cui Xian for the imperial examination.

As a result, Cui Xian not only passed the exam, but also went on a killing spree.

He began his studies at the age of eight, wrote "Ode to the Goose" at eight, "Sympathy for the Peasants" at eight and a half, and "... " at nine... Countless great poets were so moved by his work that they gave up writing altogether.

His eight-legged essays laid the foundation for the eight-legged essay format and are hailed as the 'foundational' work.

He opened the stage for debate, engaging in a verbal battle with renowned scholars and learned men from all over the world, proving himself unbeatable.

His commentaries on the Four Books were included in official schools and became the ancient version of the imperial examination textbooks.

He achieved the highest rank in the imperial examination at the age of seventeen.

He also mentored six disciples who became top scholars in the imperial examinations.

He entered the cabinet as Grand Secretary at the age of twenty-seven, reaching the pinnacle of his official career.

He was the last pillar of the literary world in Daliang, a role model and idol for scholars.

Of all the talents in the world, he alone possesses eight-tenths.

He could compose poetry and debate classics when he was in retirement, and write policy essays when he was in the civil service examinations. With his pen, he could govern a great nation; on horseback, he could bring peace to the world.

He single-handedly extended the dynasty's life by three hundred years.

They destroyed Japanese pirates, eliminated the Tatars, built cannons and arsenals, assembled warships, opened up new sea routes, and launched expeditions to Europe.

It became the behind-the-scenes controlling shareholder in 16 countries around the world.

He stood, and the emperor dared not sit.

The officials and ministers wept bitterly, eagerly awaiting: When will the Grand Secretary return to ascend the throne?

And it all started that day when Cui Xian took the imperial examination in place of his young master…

(The rating just came out, it will rise later, so don't worry.)

[Classical fantasy + mortal travel + mundane daily life + no female lead + non-gangster cultivation]

A hermit practicing in Qingya Temple, one day descends the mountain and enters the mortal world.

Others seek immortality by severing all emotions and desires, but he seeks immortality while still maintaining a connection to the mundane aspects of human life.

Lu Qiyun buried his master and left the temple, traversing the misty landscapes of the nine provinces, witnessing all the joys and sorrows of humanity. The vast world was not a calamity, but rather a path to understanding the Dao of heaven and earth by observing all living beings.

Having witnessed the myriad aspects of human life, one gathers the three flowers atop one's head.

Having experienced the joys and sorrows of life, one cultivates the five vital energies within the body.

Watch as this mortal traveler gradually proves his Dao amidst the mundane world, ultimately breaking through the heavens and ascending to immortality.

"You ask me what I need to bring when exploring a dungeon?" "An enchanted longsword, a mithril suit of armor, a shriveled loaf of bread..." "No, buddy, you don't need any of that." "The only thing you need is a pot." ...A wild slime appears! "Grab it, coat it evenly with salt, and dry it instantly—dried slime is ready, chewy and a must-have for satisfying cravings." A wild walking mushroom appears! "Cut off its legs, add it to cream and simmer—a savory, melt-in-your-mouth creamy mushroom soup that's unforgettable; thickly slice its body and fry it—crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, bursting with juice in every bite, leaving you wanting more." A wild goblin appears! "...Smells bad, tastes even worse. Take its roots for medicine, then make Dass!" [Also known as "I Eat Alone" and "The Old Foodie of the Underground Dungeon"] [Main character becomes...]

Who would study psychology if they didn't have some kind of quirk?

Who said that?

Nan Zhuren raised an eyebrow: "He's right!"

...

Psychological-themed professional literature.

Serious keywords 1: [Depression] [Personality Disorder] [Hypochondriasis] [Post-traumatic Stress Disorder] [Oedipus Complex] [Group Blindness], etc.

Serious keywords 2: [Big Five Personality Traits], [Behavior Modification], [Dream Analysis], [Sandplay Therapy], [Rational Emotive Behavior Therapy], etc.

An ancestral Five Thunder Token allows one to travel to another world.

The Taoist techniques that cannot be cultivated or used in modern times can actually be used in another world!

Wouldn't that mean there's hope for immortality?

Gu Zhao discovered that although there are ghosts and demons in this world, there are also beautiful ghosts and alluring demons!

He remembered that the most famous Taoist magic spell was called...

In Jing Qian's sea of consciousness, a stele rose up. On this stele, all the strokes and drawings were written, all of which were his own destiny.

When destiny and law intersect and are engraved on the destiny stele, a destiny is formed.

The destiny contains the innate roots and potential, and also determines the acquired achievements and practice.

Let's see Jing Qian cast destiny into a sword, cut off the soul and ascend to immortality!

...

[Destiny: Waves, singing on the waves, dancing with the waves! ]

[Destiny: Sumeru, mustard seeds have Sumeru, dust contains the universe! ]

[Destiny: Tushita furnace, luring with absurd words, enjoying Tushita's joy! ]...

...

The fire of destiny burns the body, Sumeru determines the way, singing on the waves, casting swords like dragons, sewing souls and weaving spirits, Tushita furnace tripod, I carve a stele myself to cast longevity.

"Doctor, for the past ten days, I've been hearing someone calling my name in my sleep."

“Mr. Huang Tian, ​​you are hallucinating.”

“I’m sure I heard it.”

"Then you have anxiety somatization."

"Anxiety somatization?"

"Anyway, you're fine, don't worry. Just don't smoke or drink, go to bed early and get up early, and relax, and you'll be alright."

"..."

On September 5th, I went to see a doctor, who said I had no illness whatsoever, which put my mind at ease. However, that afternoon I was laid off from my job.

On September 6th, I tried not to think about anything before going to sleep, and I actually slept soundly until dawn. However, when I opened my eyes, I was horrified to hear someone calling my name. This was the first time I had heard these voices while fully awake.

On September 7th, I didn't sleep all day and looked haggard because I kept hearing ghostly calls in my ears, day and night.

On September 8th, I was overjoyed because I discovered that I could not only turn off the voices calling my name, but also see the scene of the people talking about me—could I be a god?

September 9th…

Some time later, just when I thought my superpowers were over, I vaguely heard tens of thousands of people shouting in unison, "The heavens are dead, the yellow heavens shall rise."

I was stunned: Is this also the Yellow Heaven?

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