Came fifty years early

He Dingxian plunged into this turbulent and prosperous era where countless heroes had not yet made their fortunes. He fought with real bosses and danced side by side with beautiful beauties.

What you earn is in your hands,

Never give it away!

About the path to immortality: I, Bai Daxian, slay demons and monsters, invincible and victorious! I, Bai Daxian, cultivate the way to immortality, possessing boundless magical powers and boundless magical powers! I, Bai Daxian, conquer immortality, enjoying eternal blessings and a lifespan as long as the heavens!

I'm a fruit vendor in my forties. One day, I received a call from a school teacher saying that my son, Liu Zhenhua, whose grades had always been mediocre, had manipulated his midterm exam scores. Liu Zhenhua's defense was this: "Dad, I'm a super AI from the future, codenamed Electronic Nezha, and my mission is to save the Earth." Well, this kid has quite a wild imagination. Like you, I'm just as skeptical! And then... what happened next... well, it's hard to explain in a few words. Click here to read for yourself.

The history of a country that has developed from a primitive and backward cold weapon era to a modern country with magnetic storm technology, heavy tanks, armored airships and other military weapons. An illegitimate child born from a slave family became a...

Riding on clouds and mist, three heads and six arms, five elements of Taoism, green-faced and fanged overseas immortals, cruel and cunning side door scholars, and the twelve true immortals of pure and empty morality. The

emperor of the Shang Dynasty was unrighteous, the phoenix rang in Qishan, the fate of the world changed, the throne of the gods in the heavenly palace changed, the immortals killed calamities, and countless masters scrambled to avoid it.

Looking at this familiar yet strange world, Liu Qiao had to rely on his memory, foresight, worship the immortals, join the Chan Sect, obtain the treasure, break through the killing calamities, and prove his sacred position...

"Daoyou, please stay, I am here to respond to the calamity..."

The original description was: A martial arts master banished to heaven, a genius at living off women.

Now it's changed to—I, Kuaishou Xiaoma, defeated a second-generation immortal surnamed Wang with my own iron fists, and was able to be born into this world with dignity.

The ninth year of the Wude era of the Tang Dynasty.

The Xuanwu Gate Incident had not yet occurred.

Li Yuan was still indulging in a life of extravagance and debauchery.

Li Jiancheng and Li Yuanji are plotting to eliminate their greatest threat.

Changsun Wuji had not yet uttered the declaration: "Eight hundred men it is."

The powerful Khan Li Erfeng encountered a boy who claimed to be from the future.

The naive Wen He thought that with the inventions of later generations, she could thrive in the Tang Dynasty.

Who would have thought that a mere steward under Prince Qi, Li Yuanji, would nearly cause his family to be destroyed?

In a fit of anger, he decided to curry favor with someone powerful.

Since you, Li Yuanji, are so inhuman, then don't blame me for overturning the table!

Wen He arrived at the Prince of Qin's residence and saw Li Shimin with a worried expression.

Wen He: "Your Highness Prince Qin, do you want to know why the Tang Dynasty will perish in the future? Do you want to know why your great-grandson was driven out of Chang'an by the Hu people? Do you want to know how your wife, no, I should say your daughter-in-law, usurped the throne and became the first female emperor?"

Li Shimin pointed to the large pit outside the door: "Do you know how many steps it will take to bury you?"

Wen He smiled awkwardly: "How about we talk about how your tomb was damaged after the fall of the Tang Dynasty?"

A college graduate, unable to find a job for three years, had to take the postgraduate entrance exam. After another three years of unemployment following his master's degree, he was forced to pursue a doctorate. Under the relentless pressure of classmates who jumped to their deaths every year because they couldn't graduate with their doctorates, this unfortunate, PhD-level nerdy guy finally endured the final stage of his academic life. Just as he was about to land his first lucrative job, he was abducted by aliens for human experimentation. But that wasn't the worst of it. Even worse, after being ruined by the aliens, he was abandoned on a planet with an unknown environment… Prologue – The Birth of a Nerdy Guy "Ten thousand miles of wind and smoke rise, gathering into banners to slay the black dragon." Luo Yanqi is my name, but its meaning is definitely not as elegant as this poem my father wrote. My father was a heavy smoker, always puffing away. The first half of the poem, "Ten thousand miles of wind and smoke," is purely a figment of his imagination. The second half of the sentence refers to a dog older than me. My father liked to take a deep drag of smoke and then blow it into the dog's nose, amusing himself by watching the dog struggle. The dog died when I was five. Despite my mother's strict prohibition, I ended up being the one blown into the dog's nose, which is why I absolutely hate smoking, especially secondhand smoke. In middle school, I gradually developed a dislike for men who smoke, and by high school, I hated men altogether. Unfortunately, as a human whose gender symbol is upward-pointing, I'm not very attractive to women, which means I have practically no friends. Besides finding solace in novels, comics, and games, I'm seen as a very eccentric person by others. People like me have an unflattering nickname from the Land of the Rising Sun—a shut-in!

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This is a stone wall. This is a mountain. Or rather, this is a stone wall as high as a mountain, seemingly reaching to the sky with a majestic grandeur. But a stone wall is still just a stone wall, no matter how majestic it may be. The two arrived before this stone wall, which appeared to be composed of blocks of milky-white marble, like a vast, snow-white canvas. Countless vines extended from the cracks in the stone, like strokes of green ink being applied to this canvas—a masterpiece that no famous painter could rival.