Cultivation Novels with a Male Lead Whose Charm Is Maxed Out 有男主魅力值拉满修仙的

1. 101 棋 The Game Ends 棋止 The White Fox Is Still a Fox白狐亦狐Eastern Fantasy426k WordsCompleted From the moment he was born, Du Yi seemed destined for a life already laid out for him. After experiencing all kinds of things in the world, Du Yi still held fast to his words: "Let everything fall where the wind takes it, and still protect the heart's original purpose." 10Reads—Score—Shelves
2. 102 什 What! You’re Saying My Wife Isn’t Human? 什么！你说我家娘子不是人 No One Walks Alone on the Path无道不孤Eastern Fantasy95k WordsOngoing (Multiple heroines + transmigration + cultivation without spiritual roots + reincarnation + words become reality + mystery-solving + urban + supernatural) When Chen Chang'an arrives in another world, he accidentally learns how to make his words come true. No spiritual roots, so I can’t cultivate? No problem. Every one of my cells is a dantian. My cultivation is too weak to beat the enemy? No problem. “I will have cultivation on par with my opponent for a short time.” What! You say my wife isn’t —Reads—Score—Shelves

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   It's a good watch. The male lead is intelligent and doesn't panic when faced with supernatural events, handling them naturally. There are many foreshadowing and plot twists. The female lead is his wife from a past life. [Kissing emoji]

3. 103 从 Cultivating Immortality as an Outer-Door Servant 从外门杂役开始修仙 Baby Sea Whale海鲸宝宝Eastern Fantasy1.2M WordsOngoing [Mortal's Journey + No System + No Golden Finger + No Female Lead + Not Invincible + Not a Wish-Fulfillment Story + Fast-Paced + Decisive and Ruthless] A young man from the modern world accidentally transmigrated and stumbled into the path of immortality, struggling onward in his quest to become an immortal. The road to immortality was harder than ascending to heaven. Faced with countless dangers, his resolve to seek the Dao remained as solid as stone. Fang Qing transmigrated here and started ou 2.3kReads6.2Score109Shelves

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   Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul – a mortal cultivation story with no female lead. The protagonist rises step by step from a lowly servant, ruthless and decisive, while the villains are intelligent. The plot is fast-paced and engaging, with no dull moments. It's highly readable, has a large word count, and is already quite long, making it a worthwhile read!

4. 104 黑 Dark Xianxia: My Master Is a Female Ghost 黑仙侠，师父是女鬼 Evergreen Greens长青菜菜Eastern Fantasy1.2M WordsCompleted The male lead dies suddenly while testing Black Myth: Wukong and wakes up in another world. He doesn’t know whether he has transmigrated, fallen into the game, or stumbled into a conspiracy. 129Reads8.1Score—Shelves

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   The male protagonist transmigrates into a disciple of a cultivation sect, and from then on, he rises and falls in the immortal realm.

5. 105 圣 Signing In at the Saintess Kingdom's Palace, I Become Humanity's Hidden Ancestor 圣女国皇宫签到，成人族隐藏老祖 Nai Fuyue乃负岳Eastern Fantasy181k WordsCompleted [Sign-In System + Invincible Big Shot + Heated Battles + Building a Faction + Female Lead] Ye Zangfeng transmigrates into a fantasy world and binds himself to a Sign-In System in the imperial palace of the Holy Maiden Kingdom, embarking on a path to invincibility through keeping a low profile. “Ding! Sign in at the Golden Throne Hall and receive The Great Sun Purple Qi Dragon-Controlling Divine Art.” “Sign in at the Scripture Repository and receive the Ten Thousand Swords Art.” “Sign in at the L 78Reads—Score—Shelves

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   [Smirking][Investigating][Investigating]

6. 106 别 Don't Mess with the One Playing the Zither, He Insults People Beautifully 别惹那个弹琴的，他骂人可好听了 Little Yu the Lemon柠檬小俞Eastern Fantasy381k WordsOngoing This novel is all about hilarious cultivation. Male lead: Li Qingfeng (courtesy name Taibai), who transmigrates to the fantasy world of the Profound Sky Continent · Appearance: An otherworldly, immortal-like figure with an extraordinary aura, but pale, frail, and sickly · Personality: Witty and humorous, uses poetry to roast people, seems lazy on the surface but is loyal and deeply devoted · Abilities: · Poetry that reaches the heavens: Reciting poetry can rouse the laws of the universe · Peerle 15Reads—Score—Shelves

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   Li Bai's charm is boundless; the souls of three worlds coexist in one.

7. 107 清 The Rebirth Notes of a Cool and Aloof Daoist Lord 清冷道君的重生手札 Master Motong墨瞳真人Eastern Fantasy683k WordsOngoing [Reborn + Multiple Heroines + Cold and Aloof Male Immortal + Nine Provinces and Four Seas + Dao Lord] Above, the thirty-three celestial courts hang high in the heavens. Below, seventy-two demonic realms tear open the abyss. The Nine Provinces and Four Seas, the ancient Jade Pool realm: all paths lead toward the Great Dao. The struggle between immortals and martial cultivators, the divide between the mystic and the demonic, Daoism and Buddhism, north and south, great calamities, killing calamitie 12.3kReads7.2Score954Shelves

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   Take a look at this book.

8. 108 葬 Burying the Heavens 葬穹 Heavenly Pen White Horse天笔白马Eastern Fantasy725k WordsOngoing [Swordsmanship Prodigy] [No System] [One Heroine] [Decisive and Ruthless] Before Hongmeng was divided, chaos began to stir. Heaven and earth had yet to separate, and all things were yet unborn. The Tome of the Hongmeng Heaven-Devouring Art bears the supreme Great Dao from the dawn of chaos. It devours all things, gives rise to Hongmeng, transcends the cycle of reincarnation, and rises above the Heavenly Dao. Whoever obtains this cultivation art can devour the heavens and earth, refine all things 4Reads—Score—Shelves

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   The male lead is incredibly handsome!

9. 109 灵EN A Blind Swordsman's Sword Coffin 灵墟，剑棺，瞎剑客 Cooked Laifu Pigeon煮熟的来福鸽Eastern Fantasy8.8M WordsOngoing [No System] [Genius Swordsmanship] [Passionate] [Decisive and Ruthless] He is blind, carries a coffin on his back, and has a tragic past. The sect says: "We'll protect you." His brothers say: "We'll stay by your side." The sword spirit says: "I... will wait for you." Later, he becomes the ruler of the Immortal Realm, and his eyes regain their sight. Looking back on the road behind him, all that remains is one sentence: "When the wind blows, I'll walk slowly. When it rains, I'll keep to the side. 439.8kReads9.2Score45.7kShelves
10. 110 元 The Yuandi Martial Artist 元谛武者 Pen Name: Little Heroine笔名小巾帼英雄Eastern Fantasy145k WordsOngoing (Eastern fantasy + growth + revenge + ruthless combat + protection) In this world, martial arts begin at the first level of the Martial Artist realm and are said to peak at the fourteenth. Everyone believes the fourteenth level is the end. Yet they know nothing of the path to the heavens, paved with vital energy, that lies beyond the peak of physical strength. At seven years old, Yan Hong awakened an ancient remnant soul in the face of utter despair, all to protect his younger sister and mother. —Reads—Score—Shelves
11. 111 玄 Xuanhuan: Too Many Beauties, and My Master Has Fallen to the Dark Side! 玄幻：红颜太多，师尊彻底黑化！ Reforming Women劝妇从良Eastern Fantasy168k WordsOngoing [Multiple Heroines + Disciple Defies His Master + Loves Living off Others + Yandere + Tons of Detail!] Beneath the Thousand Demons Cavern, where devils swarmed, ten-year-old Ye Jinghong saw Luo Qingxue for the first time. She wore white robes as pure as snow. Her beauty was peerless, her manner proud and aloof. At the time, Ye Jinghong thought no woman in the world could be more beautiful. She had once been the supreme ruler of the human race, but her disciple's betrayal had cost her life. Only 69Reads—Score—Shelves

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    Brothers, let's go!

12. 112 这 This Young Lady's Got Some Spunk 这个小姐有点彪 This Person Is a Little Buggy这个人有点卡Historical164k WordsOngoing This Young Lady Is Quite the Firecracker **A fierce woman doesn’t need to explain herself, but she could use a strategist to clean up after her!** Modern office drone Li Mu wakes up to a living nightmare: he has become a lowly book boy in the Marquis of Weiyuan’s mansion in the Great Yin Dynasty. Even worse, his new master is Su Yueli, the marquis’s second daughter, notorious throughout the capital as a “demoness” who wreaks havoc wherever she goes! Calling this young lady “a bit of a firecr —Reads—Score—Shelves

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    A must-read novel about system awakening.

13. 113 我 My Charm and Martial Fortune Are Off the Charts 我的魅武运都爆表了 This Person Is a Little Buggy这个人有点卡Urban155k WordsOngoing The life of Lin Mo, an ordinary office drone, goes completely off the rails after a minor mishap in which he nearly gets hit by “justice from above” (a flowerpot). He becomes the legendary “Chosen Office Worker.” The catch? He doesn’t get one System, but three! [Charm System]: From now on, one smile from him can captivate an entire city, turning passersby into lovestruck fans and making clients do a complete 180. Wait, could this obsessive fan please keep their distance? [Combat System]: His mus —Reads—Score—Shelves
14. 114 从 Starting with Inuyasha: Chaos Across the Heavens 从犬夜叉开始的乱穿诸天 A Cat Like a Giant Sea Cucumber像一条大海参的猫猫Two Male Leads684k WordsOngoing (Starts with a little kid protagonist~ comedy from the get-go~ lighthearted story~ silly and fun~ high-martial-arts urban fantasy~ adorable redemption arcs~ cat transformations~ sandbox simulations~ transmigration across worlds~ not mindless~ not dark~ upright values~ friendship~ ensemble cast~ family bonds~ trade~ supernatural events~ making dreams come true.) After being reborn, Ling Tianyuan entered a vast world of cat people where fantasy, the supernatural, modern urban life, and high martia 369Reads8.5Score—Shelves

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    Reborn as a beloved little boy

15. 115 穿 My Transmigration Failed, So I Can Only Pretend to Be Cultivating Immortality 穿越失败的我只能假装修仙 The Bright Moon Rises over the Ends of the Earth天涯升明月Urban223k WordsOngoing Huang Musong successfully bound himself to a System and was supposed to transmigrate to a cultivation world, but instead he unexpectedly found himself reborn in the summer right after graduating from high school. But the System he bound to is still a cultivation-type one! What is he supposed to do now? The way of life in a world of immortals and the real world have absolutely nothing in common! Is he going to have to fool the System and pretend to cultivate? [System Quest 1: You are about to enc —Reads—Score—Shelves

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    I recommend this book. The cover is fantastic, it's an urban fantasy novel.

16. 116 天 The Geniused Second-Generation Immortal Becomes Invincible, Then Goes Down the Mountain to Pursue His Wife 天才仙二代成无敌高手，下山追妻 Heaven and Earth Fire乾坤火Eastern Fantasy374k WordsCompleted Chen Qingyang runs through an endless cavern, searching for a way back to Earth. There, he encounters Zhao Yuyu, a gifted Qi Refining cultivator from the Taihua Dynasty who is lost in the cave. To find the exit, Chen Qingyang must take Zhao Yuyu with him, despite her fierce resistance. Traditional fantasy cultivation + multiple heroines + marriage contracts and a search for a wife + genius + invincible + immortal heirs 14Reads—Score—Shelves

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    Yes, just keep watching until you've had your fill.

17. 117 修 A Cultivator Reborn as an AI Scientist 修仙者重生为AI科学家 Lingwu Jin领悟筋Male-Channel Fanfiction658k WordsOngoing Immortal-Tech Intelligence: From the Start, His Supreme Bone Is Stolen After a thousand years of bitter cultivation in the Immortal Realm, he returns only to face his sect's betrayal. His immortal bone is stolen, leaving him a cripple. At the height of his despair, he unexpectedly awakens memories of his past life: he was once a top artificial intelligence scientist on Earth. While everyone else is still struggling to cultivate, he uses code to rebuild his immortal meridians and algorithms to c 26Reads—Score—Shelves

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    Scientific cultivation of immortality, advanced artificial intelligence, highly recommended for its exhilarating read! [Cool]

18. 118 炼 After a Hundred Thousand Years of Qi Refining, I’m Already Invincible 炼气十万年，我已经无敌 Ding Chengjin丁程金Eastern Fantasy209k WordsCompleted [Ten Thousand Years at the Qi Refining Realm + Invincible]+ [Reviving His Sect in the Lower Realm]+ [Taking Disciples]+ [Defeating Every Villainous Sect]+ [Slaying Demons and Exorcising Evil]+ [Free Travel Between the Human, Immortal, and Demon Realms, as well as the Gold, Wood, Water, Fire, and Earth Timespaces]+ [Protagonist's Halo]+ [An Incredibly Satisfying Power Fantasy] Zuo Xiaoyu had spent a hundred thousand years in the Immortal Realm, stuck at the Qi Refining Realm. One day, he discover 347Reads—Score—Shelves

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    Welcome to listen to my friend's book! [Kissing emoji]

19. 119 从 From Our Parting to Becoming Invincible Under Heaven 从分别后走向举世无敌 Summer at Thirty-Three Degrees三十三度夏Urban85k WordsOngoing Urban High Martial Arts + Superpowers + Ensemble Cast + Decisive and Ruthless + Play the Pig to Eat the Tiger Everyone knows that immortals and mortals belong to different worlds. But in this world, there are no immortals beneath the neon lights, only magic. Qi Qian understood this, so he devoted himself to magic, advancing cautiously at every step. But after accounting for every possibility, he failed to foresee what fate does best: killing people and crushing their hearts. After enduring one t 43Reads—Score—Shelves

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    (Urban martial arts + superpowers + ruthless killing + feigning weakness to deceive) It's common knowledge that immortals and mortals are different. But in this world, under the neon lights, there are no immortals, only techniques. Qi Qian understands this, so he focuses solely on techniques, proceeding cautiously step by step. But despite his meticulous planning, he didn't anticipate that fate's greatest strength lies in destroying the heart and soul. After experiencing countless trials, he finally overcomes his suffering, surviving his darkest hour and ushering in a brighter future. This time, he will live only for himself. In this life, he will fight to the death… In this life, everything will end here! Before the end of everything arrives—it's either you die or I perish.

20. 120 谪 The Banished Immortal: Poetry, Wine, and Sword Slashes Through the Ninth Heaven 谪仙：诗酒剑斩九重天 Silk, Wine, and Tea丝酒茶Eastern Fantasy270k WordsCompleted A banished immortal from the ninth heaven, trapped in the mortal world. Hunted across the nine heavens, bound by nine trials of love. One line of poetry can shake heaven and earth; one jug of wine can turn the cosmos upside down. One sword drawn, and the nine heavens shatter. I, Li Bai, with poetry in hand and sword at my side, take one person with me and return to Qinglian, drunk! 2Reads—Score—Shelves

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    Others cultivate immortality through techniques, but he relies on poetry, wine, and sword. He uses his pen to suppress mountains and rivers, and his sword to slay immortals!

21. 121 泽 The Lost Treasures of Zechuan 泽川遗藏 Summer at Thirty-Three Degrees三十三度夏Mystery408k WordsOngoing History + wild imagination + scheming male lead + suspense + urban Did you know? Scattered across this land, through the turning seasons and its boundless mountains and rivers, lie countless hidden treasures. Their clues can just barely be made out, yet their secrets remain unsolved. From the hymns of Brahma on the snowy plains of the Western Regions to the bronze ritual vessels of dynasties buried in the Central Plains’ yellow earth; from broken walls and ancient steles in the southern land 56Reads—Score—Shelves

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    I stared at the symbols, the lines beneath my fingertips cold and hard. The lighter flickered, the light dancing in the grooves of the symbols, which didn't look like any kind of writing—at least not like human writing. Arranged haphazardly, twisted and coiled, like the marks left by some living thing struggling in extreme agony, or like roots buried deep in the earth, intertwined and penetrating the very fabric of rock. A chill crept up my spine. In Hou Xian's fragmented memories, there were bizarre destructions, outlines of inhuman beings, but nothing like this, concretely etched on the wall. This wasn't left by God; God wouldn't need such clumsy carving. This was more like… a warning, someone from the past recording something indescribable in a way others couldn't understand. I couldn't linger. I closed the lighter, and darkness embraced me again. This time, the darkness seemed heavier; the symbols, though invisible, felt like they were protruding from the wall, silently watching me, the intruder. I dragged my injured leg forward, my right hand still gripping the wall. My fingertips could clearly feel the textured surface of the symbols—cold and stubborn. The passage seemed endless. My sense of time was completely lost in the darkness and silence. I could only count my steps: one, two, three… When I reached over three hundred, my right knee went completely numb, becoming a stiff wooden stake, each step producing a dull, bone-grinding thud. My breathing felt unusually heavy in the narrow space, echoing with the stench of blood. Just when I thought this path would never end, my hand gripping the wall suddenly felt nothing. I jerked my hand back; the touch from my fingertips was slippery and cold, with a chilling resilience. It wasn't moss; moss is soft and moist. This was more like… a semi-solidified gel, thickly plastered to the rock face. The lighter relit, the flame drawing closer. The space before me wasn't open; the passage remained narrow and forward, but the rock walls on either side had changed. The cold, smooth, symbol-carved stones had vanished, replaced by a thick, translucent, dark yellow substance, like a giant beehive or the secretions of some creature, covering the rock face from the top to about a person's height. It gleamed stickily in the firelight, its surface covered with irregular wrinkles and pores, pulsating extremely slowly, almost imperceptibly. I stared at it, my stomach churning. The firelight danced on the viscous, translucent surface, vaguely revealing something sealed inside. Blurred, distorted outlines, more than one, stretched along the passage, disappearing into the darkness ahead. The closest one was just two steps to my right, embedded in that yellow substance. I gritted my teeth, took a step forward, and peered closer. I could barely make out a head, torso, and curled limbs, encased in a translucent gel, like an insect sealed in amber. My throat went dry. The skin was grayish-black, clinging tightly to the bones, the facial features indistinct, but the mouth was open, a black hole. The clothes were tattered beyond recognition, with only a few dark shreds of cloth clinging to the skin. Judging from the style of the clothing, it was very old, definitely not modern. I examined it closely, and the attire was... Ming Dynasty. More likely, the early Ming Dynasty, definitely no later than the time of Zhu Di. These things are at least several thousand years old, it's amazing how they could be preserved for so long. My throat went dry, and I slowly moved the lighter, shining the light on another one next to me. This one was worse, its shape completely twisted, as if twisted by a tremendous force, bones protruding from under the skin, encased in the same yellowish gel, frozen in the posture of its final struggle before death. The third, the fourth... The further I went, the more human figures these were sealed in "amber." Some remained relatively intact, while others were reduced to mere limbs. They weren't just discarded randomly; rather, they were deliberately and neatly arranged and sealed on the rock walls on either side of the passage by some force or something, like some kind of…trophy display or storage. I suppressed my nausea and carefully examined the blurry fragments of clothing. Most were coarse cloth, a few leather, old-fashioned in style, matching the attire of the entourage I remembered. Were they from Hou Xian's group? I didn't know, but I quickly dismissed the idea. This wasn't a passage at all; it was a gallery, a path built of the dead, leading deeper, a grave buried underground, piled up by time. The outlines of Ming Dynasty clothing were still barely discernible, but further ahead, in the depths illuminated by the firelight, the styles of the fabrics became even stranger. Some were wide, cross-collared, right-fastening robes, their color long faded to a dark yellow, almost like glue, but their form was still vaguely discernible, indicating they were from an earlier period. My mind raced through those incomplete scrolls—Han Dynasty? Perhaps even earlier. A few steps further, the shadows within the gelatinous substance became even more distorted. Their clothing had almost completely rotted away, leaving only traces of woven fabric and faded stone or bone ornaments hanging from their necks and wrists. These people's postures lacked any sense of ritual, only tranquility. Curled up, struggling, their bodies twisted at impossible angles, hands outstretched as if grasping at something, or pushing something away—most were bent to one side at an eerie angle, their empty eye sockets facing the center of the passage. I gripped the relatively clean rock wall opposite me, avoiding the sticky covering, and slowly moved forward. The numbness in my knees had spread to my thighs; each bend felt like a rusty hinge rubbing against itself. My breath, exhaled into the cold darkness, turned into white vapor, only to be absorbed by the deeper darkness. The silence was too heavy; all I could hear was the buzzing of my own blood and the faint crackling of the flames. The edge of the flames swept across the rock wall to my left. There, the gelatinous coating seemed thinner and lighter in color than elsewhere, almost revealing the original rock texture beneath. In that relatively clean area, about half a person's height above the ground, there was a noticeable scratch mark. It wasn't a natural bump or those chaotic symbols. It was several parallel scratches of varying depths, forcefully carved into the rock, then partially covered by a thin layer of gelatin that slowly seeped out, making them appear blurry but still discernible. I moved closer, holding my lighter, almost touching it. There were three vertical lines. They were deeply carved, the edges chipped into small fragments of stone from the force. Below the three vertical lines were two horizontal lines, intersecting the vertical lines to form the very basic, rough beginning of the character "" (hou). Only two horizontal strokes were carved; the third stroke seemed unfinished, or perhaps forced to stop halfway through, leaving only a shallow, dragging mark that disappeared under the newly thicker layer of gelatin beside it. My heart skipped a beat. Hou. Hou Xian's Hou. He had stayed here. Facing this long corridor built of countless dead bodies, leading to unknown depths, facing these souls, spanning dynasties and sealed within writhing gelatin, he used his last strength to carve his surname on the stone. He didn't finish. Was he exhausted, discovered something, or... Was something forcing him to leave immediately, without even time to leave a complete name? I looked up, following the direction the carving indicated—if it could be considered an indication—to look deeper into the passage. The firelight could only illuminate a limited area; those twisted shadows, enveloped in gelatin, flickered at the boundary between light and shadow, stretching to the edge of my vision, seemingly without end. The sharp pain in my knee struck again, like a red-hot iron rod driven into my bone. I groaned, my body swaying, almost losing my balance. The lighter's flame flickered violently, the shadows on the wall seemed to lash out, and the sealed outlines seemed to sway along with them. I gritted my teeth, waiting for the dizziness to pass. I couldn't stop here. Hou Xian's traces were cold, but they at least proved that I wasn't the first living person to reach this point. He had passed through. Whatever lay ahead. I wiped the beads of sweat—whether from cold sweat or condensation from the dampness of the passage—from my forehead with my sleeve, and took one last look at the incomplete character "Hou." Then, I turned away, my back to the way I had come and to these silent witnesses, and moved step by step into the deeper, heavier darkness of this corridor of the dead, in the direction Hou Xian had left unfinished. "Hiss—" The sound of the lighter rolling out was soft; it tapped and stopped a few steps away in the darkness. The flame hadn't gone out, but the light had changed angle, slanting across the opposite wall. The severed leg was still there, lying at the boundary between light and shadow, half bright, half dark. The outline of the thick-soled shoe was elongated, like a jarring punctuation mark in the center of the empty passage. I stared at it. The firelight shone up from below, casting a twisted, shapeless shadow behind the broken leg, clinging to the gelatinous rock face. The shadow trembled slightly, flickering with the flames. I needed to get the lighter. I took a breath and tried to move my injured leg. My knee felt like a rusted bearing; every movement was accompanied by a dull creak of bone grinding and a sharp, stabbing pain. I gritted my teeth, shifting my weight to my left, two steps away from the lighter. The ground, where the firelight reached, was wet, reflecting a glint of shattered glass. A thin layer of slime covered everything, even blurring my own footprints. Just as I reached out, my fingertips almost touching the cold metal of the lighter, the shadow behind me tilted slightly to the side. It wasn't the flickering flame. The flame burned steadily. The shadow moved on its own. My hand froze in mid-air, the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end. I stopped moving. But my shadow on the wall was silently, defying logic, detaching from its form and slowly moving. I froze, my fingertips hovering half an inch above the cold lighter. I held my breath, my ears filled only with my amplified heartbeat, thump, thump, thump, pounding against my ribs. The sharp pain in my knees still throbbed, reminding me, but something colder was creeping up my spine. The shadow on the wall, my shadow, was still moving. The flames were shining obliquely from the lower left, and my shadow should have been elongated, projected clearly onto the gelatinous rock wall on the right. But now, the head of the shadow—where my skull should be—was tilting extremely slowly to one side, its neck stretched at an odd angle, as if someone were gently twisting the head of a doll with an invisible hand. And the shadow's arms, which had been extended forward because of my reaching for the lighter, were now shrinking back, little by little, towards the shadow's torso, as if trying to embrace themselves. But I myself didn't move at all. I could even feel my muscles trembling slightly from fear, yet my posture remained unchanged. The shadow betrayed my body. Cold sweat instantly soaked the lining of my back. I forced my eyes to turn towards the light source. The lighter lay on the ground, the flame burning steadily without wavering. The angle of the light hadn't changed. It was the shadow moving on its own. No, wait. It wasn't just the shape changing. I stared intently at the shadow. In the firelight, the shadow was jet black, but now, at the edges of that black outline, especially around the "head" and "shoulders," a hint of…other color seemed to seep out. Not black, but a darker, murky crimson. That crimson spread slightly along the edges of the shadow's outline, like ink seeping onto damp paper. Then, in the blurry darkness of the shadow's "face," a crack slowly appeared. There was no sound. But the crack extended, twisted, and finally formed an exaggerated upward curve. A smile. My shadow on the wall gave me a huge, silent, pitch-black smile. My stomach clenched, my throat went dry, and I could only manage a faint gasp. I couldn't look. In Hou Xian's fragmented memories, there seemed to be similar, blurry moments—things in the darkness could imitate, could cling, could draw shape from your fear. You couldn't give it a shape, you couldn't confirm it. I abruptly closed my eyes. The darkness became purer. But the instant my eyelids closed, my other senses were amplified. The pain in my knees, the damp, cold, musty smell of the passage, the unpleasant sliminess of the slime under my feet, and… a very slight, wet, frictional sound. Sizzle… sizzle… Not far behind me, against the direction of the gelatinous rock wall that held the corpses. It was as if something heavy and damp was slowly sliding across the semi-solidified gelatinous surface. It wasn't animal crawling; the sound was stickier, more dragging, with a teeth-grinding, slow peeling texture. The sound was moving. From my right rear, it moved in an arc towards my left, towards the wall in the direction the lighter had rolled. It was careful, slow, but definitely approaching the light source. Was it afraid of the light? Or was it attracted to it? My eyes remained closed. My mind raced. I couldn't lose the lighter. This might be the only source of light. Something was getting closer to the lighter; what was it trying to do? Or… The scraping sound stopped. It stopped right next to the lighter. Very close, almost between my outstretched hand and the lighter. Silence descended again, heavier than before. I could even hear the throbbing in my temples. A few seconds, or a few minutes—my sense of time was completely distorted. "Click." A very soft, hard sound. It was my lighter, touched by something, the metal casing shifting slightly on the ground. I couldn't wait any longer. I snapped my eyes open and lunged forward, grabbing the lighter from the ground with my left hand. A sharp pain in my right leg exploded with the sudden movement, and I groaned, almost falling to the ground, but my fingers finally grasped the cold metal body. The instant I held it, I immediately pushed the flame regulator to its maximum with my thumb. "Whoosh—!" The flame leaped up, from a tiny ball to a nearly half-foot-long orange-yellow flame, illuminating a small area and dispelling the thick darkness, stinging my eyes that had adjusted to the dim light. Panting, I quickly looked towards the location of the sound in the sudden brightness—the ground was only slippery and reflective, with a shallow scratch left by the lighter. Nothing. No foreign object, no trace. But on the back of my hand, holding the lighter, I felt a cold, damp sensation. Not the slime on the ground. This dampness was colder, carrying an indescribable smell, like the mixture of decaying plants and some kind of mineral in an ancient tomb. I slowly raised the back of my hand to my eyes. In the firelight, several extremely fine, dark yellow filaments clung to the skin of my hand. Like some kind of fungal hyphae, or perhaps melted and semi-solidified glue, they clung tightly to my skin, reflecting a faint light. I tried to rub them between my fingers; the substance was incredibly slippery and resilient, and I couldn't remove it easily. A chill ran down my spine, and I immediately rubbed it vigorously on my trouser leg until my skin turned red, only then did the slippery, cold sensation disappear. I looked up and raised my lighter, the flame flickering with my movement. The light shone on the wall where the shadow had been. On the wall, only my normal shadow, elongated and swaying due to my changed posture, remained. The eerie, smiling silhouette had vanished. On the rock wall, the dark yellow glue-like substance was still there, pulsating slowly, the twisted human figures sealed within appearing even more indistinct in the flickering firelight, yet they remained still, silent. It was as if everything that had just happened—the eerie movement of the shadow, the rubbing sound—was merely an illusion born of pain and darkness. But the lingering coldness on the back of my hand, and the barely perceptible, faint, dark yellow stains on my trousers after wiping, reminded me that it wasn't a hallucination. Something was here. It hid in the gaps between light and shadow, behind the gelatinous covering, or even deeper. It was observing, waiting. Hou Xian hadn't finished carving his name. Had he encountered this thing too? Had he noticed the shadow moving while carving? I braced myself against the ground, dragging my almost numb right leg, and struggled to my feet. A sharp, dislocated pain shot through my knee, making my vision blur. I leaned against the relatively clean side of the rock wall, panting, my gaze fixed on the deep passage ahead and the nauseating "amber" walls on either side. The flames burned quietly, illuminating an area of ​​about ten paces. Beyond ten paces, the darkness was impenetrable, seemingly possessing a tangible weight. I couldn't retreat. Behind me lay only the path, carved with symbols and stretching endlessly, and perhaps more unknown dangers. I could only move forward. Following the path paved with the dead, pointing towards the unfinished inscription of Hou Xian's surname, I headed into this passage. I took a deep breath, the smell of decay and damp, cold air filling my lungs, bringing a sharp, awakening sensation. Gripping my lighter, I turned the flame down slightly to conserve fuel and began to walk. My left leg went first, dragging my right leg, which was completely useless and could barely touch the ground, step by step, I moved deeper into the darkness. This time, I tried to walk in the center of the passage, away from the sticky, seemingly breathing, gelatinous walls on either side. But I dared not relax my peripheral vision for the slightest thing, watching for any unnatural reflections on the ground, any subtle movement on the walls, especially—my own shadow. The shadow was cast directly in front of me by the firelight, moving with me, its shape normal. But I always felt that at the edge of that flickering light and shadow, beyond the range barely illuminated by the firelight, something was following me silently, in perfect sync with my rhythm.

22. 122 我 I, Chouwa! The Empress of the Suxian Sect Begs Me to Join 我，丑娃！素女宗女帝跪求我入宗 I Love Pickled Mustard Greens with Shredded Pork我爱榨菜肉丝Eastern Fantasy1.3M WordsOngoing An ordinary, ugly-looking mortal from Qingshi Village, I was once an abandoned child of the cultivation world. My grandfather knelt and begged on his deathbed, earning a promise from Empress Luo Yiyun. She broke a thousand-year-old sect rule to take me as her disciple; She cut down those who challenged me at the immortal sect, protecting me as I grew; She defied the trials of Heaven's Dao to help me reach the summit. No System, no transmigration. Through sheer perseverance, I rose from a lo 4Reads—Score—Shelves

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    It's really well written.

23. 123 永 Eternal Era: Fantasies from Myriad Worlds Descend 永恒纪元：万界幻想降世 Falling Leaves in the Wind1随风落叶1Urban1.3M WordsCompleted - Core style: Modern urban fantasy + mystical cultivation + classical xianxia + passionate struggles for supremacy + fusion of myriad worlds - Main storyline: Survive in the city → build up a faction → global struggle for supremacy → unify the myriad worlds → claim supremacy in chaos → rule over an eternal age - Core setting: The Heavenly Dao collapses, mental power is the foundation, fantasies descend upon the world, myriad worlds merge, and an eternal age begins. The old age ends, and the eter 9Reads—Score—Shelves

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    The male protagonist's charm in cultivating immortality is off the charts.

24. 124 玄 Xuanyuan Sect: From Good-for-Nothing Servant to Supreme Ruler of the Universe 玄元宗：从废柴杂役到宇宙至尊 Falling Leaves in the Wind1随风落叶1Eastern Fantasy682k WordsCompleted So what if I have a five-element spiritual root? So what if I'm just a menial disciple? Lin Che has been at the Xuanyuan Sect for three years. Dismissed as a good-for-nothing at cultivation because of his mixed spiritual roots, he endures constant bullying in the medicinal herb garden. Then, by chance, he finds an ancient jade pendant engraved with a sword pattern and unlocks an unparalleled sword-cultivation legacy. The pendant purifies his spiritual roots and draws in spiritual energy. A fragm 1Reads—Score—Shelves
25. 125 开 A Dao Companion from the Start, and I Became Invincible 开局发道侣，我无敌了 Crispy on the Outside, Tender Inside外酥里嫩Eastern Fantasy114k WordsOngoing [More Children, More Blessings] + [Multiple Female Leads] + [Leveling Up] + [Overpowered Protagonist] + [Immortal Cultivation and Longevity] + [play the pig to eat the tiger] In the Myriad Worlds, More Children, More Blessings. The immortals are welcoming twins… 4Reads—Score—Shelves

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    This book is super good, but it uses a lot of paper.

26. 126 此 At This Moment, I Am China's Guardian Deity 此刻，我为华夏守护神 Wind, Flowers, Snow, and Joy风花雪乐Urban3.2M WordsOngoing On Christmas Eve, December 24, 0260, a large horde of sea beasts appeared in Old Copper Mountain, Mi Nation. Not a single person in the city survived! On April 23, 0261, Level 6 sea beasts appeared in North Bear Nation. The entire country fell! On New Year's Day, January 1, 0262, a Level 10 sea beast appeared in Huaxia, codenamed [Taotie]. Huaxia fell! In January 0260, Huaxia's God of War, Chen Feng, was reborn eleven months before the sea beasts emerged. He won the trust of the country's 1.3kReads9.0Score510Shelves

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    Following "The Most Arrogant Ancestor in History" (Q), Yan Ling Xianjun presents another masterpiece, Lu Chen, the number one figure in the Thirty-Six Immortal Realms! Ten thousand years ago, he re-cultivated the "Nine Reincarnations Technique" (Q). In his first life, he became the number one demon in the Nine Demon Realms! In his second life, he became the number one demon in the Forbidden Zone of Ten Thousand Demons! In his third life, he became the number one spirit in the Thousand Spirit Mountain Realm! In his fourth life, he became the Ghost Cave Realm... Leaving behind his invincible legends everywhere... In his ninth life, his memories were sealed, and he returned to his hometown. As a young man, he joined an immortal cultivation sect. However, his spiritual bones were stolen, and he was even accused of stealing the sect's cultivation techniques... To make matters worse, his fiancée ran away with someone else? When his memories were unsealed... He returned.

27. 127 重 Reborn as a Mad Immortal in the City 重生之都市狂仙 Dream Pen梦中笔丶Urban10.0M WordsCompleted I cleave wind and thunder with my sword, blotting out sun and moon; with a single palm, I command the universe and scour the netherworld. There are six billion people in this world, yet I alone dare call myself proud and unrestrained. The Azure Emperor of the Immortal Realm was reborn ten thousand years in the past and descended upon a bustling city, a world of glittering lights and indulgence. Who gets drunk in the embrace of beauties, lost in luxury, and who stays clearheaded, sword in hand, r 8.3kReads8.8Score672Shelves
28. 128 史 The Wildest Ancestor in History 史上最狂老祖 Immortal Lord Yanling燕灵仙君Eastern Fantasy7.5M WordsCompleted Ten thousand years ago, Lin Tian, the supreme demon king, became an invincible legend in the human realm. Ten thousand years later, he cultivates the Reincarnation-Slaying Heaven Art and returns to his old home. The greatest sect he once founded has dwindled into an insignificant school, his disciples have vanished without a trace, and worst of all, his grand-disciples are being bullied. Enraged, Lin Tian tears the sky apart with one hand and stomps the earth with one foot, sending countless imm 1.9kReads8.8Score1kShelves
29. 129 仙 The Fairies’ Game Begins with Wei Wu’s Legacy 仙子们的游戏，从魏武遗风开始 Who Knows How to Write This鬼知道怎么写Eastern Fantasy182k WordsOngoing [Steal their fortunes, but not just their fortunes!!] [Chosen one, I’m taking everything you have!] Lu Chen finds himself in the world of the xianxia game Record of the Goddess’s Grace. As a technical-minded player, he knows that a man without women can draw his sword with ease. All he wants in this life is to seize opportunities and achieve immortality, with no interest in romance. Who could have guessed... “Fine!” To pursue the path to immortality, Lu Chen says helplessly, “The trial of lo 36Reads5.9Score—Shelves
30. 130 丹 My Dantian Shattered, and My Immortal Disciple Forced Herself on Me! 丹田破碎，被仙子逆徒强推！ MenglongFJL梦龙FJLEastern Fantasy219k WordsCompleted [Unhinged master and disciple | Mutual salvation | Outsmarting their way through impossible odds] Qin Shi transmigrates into the eunuch novel he wrote, becoming the tragic master whose divine bones have been ripped out. According to the plot he wrote, she should be turned into a medicinal catalyst the very next moment, helping his “frail” disciple Mingyue awaken and become the Nine Nether Demon Lord who massacres the Immortal Realm. But she doesn’t kill him. She strokes his bloodstained cheek, t —Reads—Score—Shelves

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