I am an immortal in heaven and earth, carrying a sword and stepping on mountains and rivers.

The road is a desolate grave, an old tree, a fox cave, and the rural dialect is strange.

Look at the old dragon coming out of the pool and the tiger sitting on the hill.

Listen to my urgent command, and summon the gods and send the ghosts away.

Feng Xu rides the wind and travels freely, the immortals feast me, and I wander in Baiyujing. The nectar is not enough to get me drunk, and the immortal delicacies are not worth eating.

The emperor of heaven called me but I couldn't leave, I only hope that chivalry will be full of the world.

The rise and fall of all things is a cycle that never changes, and the myriad worlds are no exception! 'Qi Luck' is the original source of all things. When the world's Qi Luck completely dissipates, the world will perish. On the contrary, it will be revitalized! ………………………… In The Heaven Sword and Dragon Saber, he suddenly appeared, led the Han people to rise, sat on the supreme emperor, and plundered the world's Qi Luck. In The Rain, he transformed into a demon Buddha, experiencing the mundane world and pursuing the supreme martial arts. In the storm, he was unscrupulous, plundering opportunities, and no one could enter his sight. Small Thousand Worlds, Middle Thousand Worlds, Great Thousand Worlds, everywhere [Dream Blood Control]

In a modern, high-tech martial arts city, the wandering Taoist priest Chen Luo unexpectedly awakens a trifecta of abilities: attribute points, lifespan infusion, and mastery training. From then on, he defies the ironclad rule of "aptitude determines one's life." With his venomous tongue, he navigates the worlds of wealthy families and ancient martial arts sects, rapidly mastering lost martial arts and deducing cutting-edge techniques while exposing the exploitation of the lower classes by resource monopolists. From a "useless Taoist priest" expelled from the Taoist temple to a stirring reformist leader, Chen Luo ultimately leads humanity's warriors to overcome a crisis of existential crisis.

[Ancient Style Essay Contest] Li Changfeng travels through fantasy.

Inherit the magical power from the master.

Invincible from the start?

What!

He had offended the Ninth Rank Emperor? And he even asked the Emperor to call him "Ba Ba"!

Awesome, so bold!

He wanted to take the goddess as his servant? And let the goddess serve tea and water?

This is really arrogant...

He also wants to accept disciples and give them spiritual treasures?

I want to become your disciple!

I want one too!

Li Changfeng: Anyone can be my apprentice, isn't that uncool? To be my apprentice, you have to be a genius!

"Congratulations, host. Because you've rejected the system's mission, you'll be randomly matched with a destined partner to assist you." Somewhere in the remote mountains and waters, a white tiger spirit, after cultivating for a thousand years, was chased by a rolling thunderbolt and forced to flee. Damn it, whether or not Tang Sanzang goes to the West to obtain the scriptures is none of my business! Guanyin: "Xuanzang, go and obtain the scriptures, and stop making trouble." "Okay, no problem, it's completely fine." Several days passed, and Tang Sanzang still hadn't made a move. Mu Cha: "Oh no, Avalokitesvara, Tang Sanzang has sprained his ankle and can't go on the road." Avalokitesvara: "Calm down, let Wukong and the others tie him up and take him on the road. I don't believe that monkey can't subdue him!" On the Five Elements Mountain, Sun Wukong, holding a dogtail grass in his mouth, said with a look of despair: "Why hasn't the master come yet? Did he get lost?" In Gaojiazhuang, Zhu Bajie looked warily at the sturdy monk carrying a white horse. The monk smiled and said: "Don't be nervous, I'm just a knight passing by." In the Quicksand River, Sha Wujing jumped out of the water with a ferocious look, but saw a muscular gray-robed monk throwing the white horse directly across the river. Frightened, he quickly dived back into the river. "We agreed to fetch the scriptures to the West and give them to the disciple. What's the point of fetching the scriptures without a disciple? I'm tired and I'm going on strike! Otherwise, Buddha, can you express the scriptures to me?" Tathagata: "..."

What? You say cultivating immortality requires patience and hiding? Nonsense! Hide your head for what? If you're still timid while cultivating immortality, then forget it—go home and take care of your kids instead.

No frustration, no tortured protagonist, no forced suppression of cultivation. Do as you please—that’s what cultivation should be!

Everyone's already tired from work and school. If reading a novel still requires mental gymnastics, that’s just masochism. That’s why this book is all about simplicity and raw power

[Multiple female protagonists + daily life + dog food + funny + sweet + non-cool text]

Peach blossom eyes are always gentle, charming and affectionate.

Senior sister's peach blossom eyes give full play to her subjective initiative and active creation, making its owner look like she has just cried at any time!

A pair of naturally slightly red peach blossom eyes always look like they have been crying, which makes people feel pity.

But senior sister won’t cry.

But he is good at beating people.

Moreover, those affectionate and charming peach blossom eyes are usually cold and dull.

If I had known this, I would have kept these peach blossom eyes to myself!

The Northern Wei and Southern Liang dynasties were prosperous, but at the same time, the spiritual energy of the world was gradually being depleted. This was the end of the Dharma and the exhaustion of spiritual energy recorded in the classics of the cultivation world. Lin Yi was one of the first new cultivators in the Southern Liang dynasty in this era.

While others transmigrate to fantasy continents, they either defy the heavens to cultivate or vie for supremacy. Lin Xiao, however, opened the Lingxiao Labor Dispatch Company. Small sects grumbled as they entered, "What use are mortals?" Yet, once the contract was signed, three thousand mortal craftsmen entered the site, maintaining formations, cultivating spirit fields, mining abandoned mines… their efficiency skyrocketed. Until one day, a great war erupted between the righteous and demonic paths. In this moment of crisis, Lin Xiao silently pulled out the ultimate contract: "Gentlemen, do you need temporary workers?" The next moment, the three thousand mortal craftsmen tore off their disguises, their Immortal Emperor and Demon Lord awe-inspiring presence that stunned the entire scene…