Cultivation and Reborn

1 谁 Who Let This Guy Become the Senior Brother? Rain Falls from South of the City to the WestEastern Fantasy1.6M WordsCompleted 213.7kReads9.4Score18.7kShelves

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2 重 Reborn to Crush the Fake Female Protagonist Beneath My Heel My Little Swimming DragonAncient Romance505k WordsCompleted 4.8kReads7.8Score342Shelves

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The storylines of these novels are okay. You can read them if you are a book reader. The characters are not exaggerated. However, I still want to complain about a novel written by You Long. The ending was unexpected and many details were not explained clearly.

6 神 Myth Descends into Reality, and I Claim the Eastern Emperor Bell First You Call Yourself Xia Luo, Seriously?Urban1.2M WordsOngoing 25.5kReads8.0Score2.5kShelves

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Lu Chen's pupils suddenly shrank, his muscles all over his body tensed instantly, and a cold murderous intention rushed up his back - **Liu Ruyan! ** That bitch who betrayed him in the world of cultivation, teamed up with Song Huangmao to set up a killing array, and made him fail to escape the tribulation! "What are you looking at? You don't know who you are after drinking some horse urine?" Liu Ruyan crossed her legs, slightly parted her red lips, and said in a mean tone, "You got drunk last night and smashed up my living room, and now you are pretending to have amnesia?" Lu Chen stared at her, his fists clenching, and his nails almost dug into his palms. **No...** Although the Liu Ruyan in front of her looks exactly the same as the one in the cultivation world, there is no spiritual fluctuation in her body, and... She is wearing modern clothes, a black suspender skirt, and high heels. She looks like a rich urban lady. "I... Traveled back through time? Or... Is everything in the world of cultivation actually my illusion?" Lu Chen's mind was buzzing, and he couldn't distinguish between reality and illusion for a while. "Hey! I'm talking to you!" Seeing him in a daze, Liu Ruyan picked up the pillow on the sofa and threw it at it, "Wasn't it pretty cool last night? What did you say, 'I, Lu Chen, will stand on top of the world sooner or later'? After two bottles of red wine, he fell down, trash!" Lu Chen caught the pillow, his eyes gradually clearing - **This is not an illusion, he has indeed returned to the modern world, but Liu Ruyan also exists in this world! ** What's even weirder is that she doesn't seem to recognize him at all, and just thinks of him as an ordinary man who is drunk and crazy. "What... Happened last night?" Lu Chen asked tentatively. Liu Ruyan rolled her eyes, picked up her phone from the coffee table, opened a video and threw it to him: "Watch it yourself!" In the video, Lu Chen's face was red, he was standing on the sofa with a wine bottle, and he shouted boldly: "I, Lu Chen, are destined to be extraordinary! All wealthy families and capital giants are all ants in my eyes! One day, I will let the whole world..." Before he finished speaking, he slipped and fell directly from the sofa, knocking over the coffee table with a clang. Lu Chen: "..." **This is so fucking embarrassing! ** He took a deep breath and tried to calm down. "So... What is our relationship?" Liu Ruyan sneered: "What? It's really broken? Didn't you shamelessly pester me at the bar last night and say you wanted to be my boyfriend? And this is how you ended up taking you home?" The corner of Lu Chen's mouth twitched - **Good guy, in this world, you are still a licker? ** He was about to speak when suddenly, the door of the villa was pushed open, and a young man with yellow hair and fashionable clothes walked in, carrying breakfast in his hand. "Ruyan, I brought it for you..." Huang Mao was halfway through his words when he saw Lu Chen, his face instantly darkened: "Why is this idiot still here?" Lu Chen's eyes instantly turned cold - **Song Huangmao! ** Even if it turns into ashes, he still recognizes this face! **The killing intent completely broke out at this moment! **

7 穿 Transmigrated into a Cannon Fodder, I Was Taken Away by the Heartless Sword Venerable Little Frog Goes RibbitAncient Romance1.0M WordsCompleted 10.1kReads9.0Score1.2kShelves

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The male protagonist is originally the head of a clan. He eats the sweets made by the female protagonist because he likes the female protagonist. He also likes to read the female protagonist's drawings and can't hide them in her books. He still learns and uses them now [sneaky laugh] [sneaky smile] [sneaky laugh] [sneaky laugh]

8 小 My Junior Sister Is Overpowered, Yet Ridiculously Goofy The Princess Isn't Going HomeAncient Romance1.9M WordsCompleted 248.2kReads9.6Score26.5kShelves

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Group portrait: The heroine leads her senior brothers and opponents into the world of cultivation.

9 让 I Told You to Make a Pact with a Ghost, but You Made One with Zhong Kui? Yi People's FirelightMystery2.9M WordsOngoing 108.5kReads9.5Score8.5kShelves

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Hehe [like][like][like]

10 6 1960: I Start by Digging for Wild Vegetables, Then Redeem Everything in the Shop Eggs over Rice PorridgeUrban589k WordsOngoing 299Reads6.8Score—Shelves

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[Laughs][laughs]

19 神 Mythology Invades: I Slay the Gods on Earth Yellow PenUrban6.5M WordsOngoing 21.6kReads8.5Score1.6kShelves

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The rebirth article is not without brains and passion. It's a pleasure to read the long article.

26 邪 How Strange! The Whole Cultivation World Is Fighting to Take Me as Their Personal Disciple Jiu Yue YuAncient Romance1.4M WordsCompleted 80.4kReads9.4Score10.6kShelves

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Cultivation of immortality, through writing

27 全 Full-Time Swordsman Half a Pot of SakeSports4.4M WordsOngoing 31.8kReads5.8Score947Shelves

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A small cart with bouquets of fresh white chrysanthemums on it. "Ms. Ren, these are the flowers you ordered." The staff member said softly and handed the bouquet to her. Ren Lan took the flower, touched the cold and moist wrapping paper with her fingertips, and whispered her thanks. She leaned over and gently placed the flowers in front of the tombstone. The fragrance of white chrysanthemums spread vaguely in the slightly cold air. "Jichen..." She whispered the name, as if the two words would turn into a sigh if they stayed between her lips and teeth for too long. In the photo, Lin Jichen is still young, with picturesque features and a hint of a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, as if he has only left briefly and will come out from behind the camera at any time and say with a smile: "Senior, long time no see." But Ren Lan knows that there will never be such "long time no see" again. She reached out and touched the cold stone tablet, and her fingertips traced the carvings - his name, the dates of his birth and death, and his short life were condensed into a few lines. "You left too early..." She murmured, her eyes slightly red, but she stubbornly refused to let tears fall. The wind passed through the cemetery, and the leaves rustled, like a silent response. Ren Lan stood for a long time, until the sun set, stretching her shadow very long and overlapping with the shadow of the tombstone. Finally, she took a deep breath and patted the tombstone gently, as if saying goodbye to an old friend. "I'll see you next time." After saying that, she turned and left, her back gradually blurring in the dusk. In front of the tombstone, the bouquet of white chrysanthemums bloomed quietly, with a few drops of wet dew on the petals, like someone's tears.