Uncle Nine: The Money-Grubbing Junior Disciple

Uncle Nine's World, with Female Leads Ren Tingting and Annie

Zombies, Taoist Priests, Uncle Ying, and Horror

Fantasy, Wild Ideas, Farming, Factions, High-IQ Characters, and Masterminds Behind the Scenes

Any Stories About Being Reborn in a Zombie World, Without Becoming Uncle Jiu’s Disciple?

Any stories about being reborn in the Jiangshi world, especially "My Date with a Vampire"? Having a System is fine or not, as long as the protagonist doesn’t become Uncle Jiu’s disciple. There are way too many stories where they suck up to Uncle Jiu, and I’m tired of them. Give me one that doesn’t.

Stories About Maoshan or Uncle Jiu

Most novels about Uncle Jiu, Maoshan, or Taoism these days just turn into cultivation stories. The protagonist gets a cultivation manual and suddenly has magical powers, then can use thunder techniques whenever they want. There’s no initiation, no transmission of the tradition, no ordination registers. It’s all completely off base.

Transmigrated to Uncle Jiu’s World

Begging for novels where the protagonist transmigrates into the world of Lin Zhengying.

KO One: The Protagonist Is Lei Ting's Older Brother

In KO One, the protagonist is Lei Ting's biological older brother.

In a Parallel World, There Are Evil Spirits and Jiangshi, but No Cultivation Schools. Only Modern Weapons Can Be Used, While Taoism Spreads Its Teachings

Uncle Jiu's World and a Shortage of Supernatural Reads

Looking for books similar to Transmigrating into Uncle Jiu's World and Becoming an Ancestor. Transmigrate into Uncle Jiu's world, no saintly protagonist, exciting battles, and become an immortal ancestor.

Looking for Absurdist Novels.

Looking for something like "Is Dating Really as Fun as Being Randomly Absurd?" Jokes should be funny without making fun of people.

Fun, Entertaining Reads

Looking for books similar to "The Gods' Fool's Game". A really good read.

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In the Peach Blossom Cove sits a peach-blossom hut; in the peach-blossom hut lives a peach-blossom immortal. The immortal plants peach trees, then picks their blossoms to pay for wine. Sober, he sits among the flowers; drunk, he sleeps beneath them. Half-awake, half-drunk, day after day; blossoms fall and bloom, year after year. Others laugh at me for being mad; I laugh at them for not seeing through it.