During the chaotic times of the Immortal Dynasty, numerous sects arose. Cui Hu, a time traveler, was sold into the Paper Man Sect by his clan. He began his daily routine of felling trees, peeling bark, and making and cutting paper figures. Then, unexpectedly, his gift awakened. Not only did he achieve immortality, but he could also simply read a technique and enter the realm of cultivation. With diligent practice, he advanced, with no bottlenecks to overcome. After becoming a "Paper Man Evil Cultivator," Cui Hu could no longer stop, forcing himself step by step on his path to becoming a master of the Demonic Sect.

This is a world of perpetual war. Humans, elves, undead creatures, mechanical lifeforms, elemental units... countless units, led by heroes, are plunged into relentless warfare. For territory, resources, or perhaps something else entirely... Meng'en has awakened a universal gift, allowing him to directly access special information about other units. Talents, potentials, skills, and brief biographies. [Talent: Exceptional Beauty; Potential: White; Skill: Makeup...] [This unit, born into a prominent family, is arrogant and deeply frustrated that no one appreciates their talents. They seek the favor of other lords...] Led by countless capable subordinates, Meng'en, a second-generation city lord who lost his territory, gradually rose to become a powerful plane controller.

"Disciple, I have become your master!"

Li Yunshu looked up at his master who was ascending on the clouds.

"Master, we both ate Jianshouqing, so why can you ascend to heaven while I can only see the subtitles?"

A subtitle appears above everyone's head, which is the secret deep in their heart.

Li Yunshu originally wanted to turn a blind eye to these secrets and live his life peacefully.

But he never expected that he would contradict the empress at the very beginning.

Helplessly, he could only whisper in the empress's ear.

"Your Majesty, you don't want this to be known to others."

The young Taoist priest was only 28 years old, and his youth was aroused by troubles.

Every day I suffer from aging, sickness and death, and I see love, hate, anger, ignorance and resentment.

I don't want my face to wither and fade, I don't want my skin to become covered with spots.

I don’t want my limbs to wither, my internal organs to be empty and my bones to be smelly.

The young Taoist priest was only 28 years old, and his only wish was to live forever.

………………

Using self-cultivation as medicine and nourishing the body as bait, this is the story of an ordinary person overcoming tribulations and seeking immortality.

I, a lich, just want to open a shop selling figurines and live a peaceful afterlife. But customers always have strange requests, coming to me to customize outrageous things - "You want a group of skeleton soldiers who can use holy light, am I right?" The bishop nodded.

When Lorne opened his eyes, he found himself reduced to a harmless household robot, a "common seat" in the goblin lair! The bad news: his combat skill list contained only [Whirlwind Cleaning] and [Garbage Collection]. The good news: when he traveled through time, the familiar game panel also came with him, and he also inherited the invincible class [Mechanic]. Even better, his core household skill, [Garbage Collection], mutated, allowing him to not only break down debris but also extract rare materials from all kinds of trash! The rusted swords of goblins, the hardened skeletons of monsters, and discarded ancient magical devices—what others consider trash—become Lorne's precious reward material library. One day, the future hero Alice is pushed into the goblin lair by her accomplices. Lorne decides to use the [Robot Doll Conversion Device] to...

Dear Father Moran Anderson: Congratulations! Although you never smoked, you have been fortunate enough to be diagnosed with lung cancer at an age when your soul is still fresh. Unfortunately, your business of raising "Children of Hell" is not yet complete, and this Duke has been forced to invoke the "delayed death" clause. After all, these slippery little creatures are far less cuddly than they appear. Please ensure that they are regularly fed with delicious souls, whether human, demonic, or angelic. Don't forget to abide by the "Heaven-Hell Truce" and the "Exorcist Association Management Act." You wouldn't want Michael, Gabriel, and the others to know about our transaction, would you? If you have any further questions, you can consult this Duke directly in Hell. I look forward to the day when I can personally harvest your soul. ———Lucifer, the Arrogant Duke, you are trustworthy...

Transmigrating to the 19th century, Lin Jie embarks on a desperate quest for survival aboard a coolie ship. Lin Jie's only recourse is his modern-day knowledge and the "Echoing Touch," which reveals fragments of the past when he touches old objects. In this low-magic world, where magic comes at a price and power stems from knowledge, he uses his mortal body to hunt anomalous creatures, transforming them into unique "grotesque weapons." From a humble individual struggling on the fringes of order, he rises step by step to the pinnacle of the Hunter Rankings. Welcome to 1888, a time when SAN is as precious as bullets.

There is a Taoist temple in the deep mountains, but the incense has long faded.

I am a humble man, only nineteen years old, and have been a Taoist priest since childhood. I have more than a dozen senior brothers above me, and I am the youngest, commonly known as the closed disciple. The sect is very poor, and the senior brothers cannot bear the hardship. Fortunately, the head master is open-minded and allowed the senior brothers to disband.

Later, three senior brothers came to their senses and returned to the right path. They were quite old, around forty or fifty years old.

I was favored by my master and was given the position of the head of the sect before his death. However, I was not able to win the support of the others in terms of age and qualifications, and my three brothers were dissatisfied. The sect was in misfortune, but I was not a pushover and would never give in, so I started an internal conflict with them.

In the village below the mountain, there's a new candidate, a childhood friend of mine. Before his death, our master instructed us to escort him to the capital to take the imperial examination. I feel obliged to do so. Please allow me to travel through the human world for a while, and then return to battle my fellow brothers!

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