Wi-Fi Network of Mushrooms Spreads Across the Cultivation World

1 仙 The Second-Generation Eldest Lady of Immortality Has Arrived! Ask for WaterAncient Romance1.3M WordsCompleted 572Reads—Score104Shelves

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The world of cultivating immortals is also very developed. The seeds left by the time travel stories of our predecessors are very modern and beautiful.

3 让 You Told Me to Wreak Havoc on the Righteous Path, So What Is This Tomato Novel? Grand Preceptor of Immortal QinEastern Fantasy1.8M WordsCompleted 39.3kReads9.3Score3.8kShelves

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In the main hall of the Ghost King Sect in the northern wasteland of Tianyuan Continent, a young man wearing black robes and with white hair sat expressionlessly on a dark stone chair. In the middle of the hall in front of the young man, there were another 10 people sitting on both sides of the hall. These ten people were male and female, old and young. The only thing they had in common was that they didn't look like good people.

4 金 The Jin Army Besieges the City: Reborn as Emperor Qinzong of Song Painting LingyanHistorical3.2M WordsCompleted 150.4kReads9.4Score18.1kShelves

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It is a good historical time-travel novel. The author does not use the golden finger of time-travelers to kill everyone. The background content of the article is professional and the conditions needed to accomplish things, the difficulties that will arise, and the political interests of the people are presented in detail. History can correct one's appearance.

5 每 Growing One Point a Year: From Country Bumpkin to Ancestor of the Immortal Realm Purple Spirit Wind and SnowEastern Fantasy6.1M WordsCompleted 809.3kReads9.7Score94.3kShelves

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The mountain wind carried the down of foxtail grass past the tip of the young man's nose. He rolled on the meadow with his arms resting on his pillow, causing the dewdrops to fall into the soil. In the distance, the mountains are like waves, and the pines and cypresses turn into an ink-colored sea in the wind, which seems to be echoing his heartless sigh: "Eternal life is so lonely as snow." The last note is still swirling, but an uncontrollable smile overflows from the throat, startling the hares in the grass to prick up their ears. Suddenly, two cow moos came from the mountain col, mixed with the intermittent shouting of the cattle driver. The young man scrambled up, his clothes stained with grass clippings, and rushed down the mountain. His cloth shoes shattered and covered the ground with mottled tree shadows. Under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village, the storyteller was talking about the thousand-year-old fox fairy who had passed through the tribulation. He pulled away the children sitting around, grabbed the gavel tree and slapped it hard: "If you ask me, if you live too long, there is no fun in grabbing candy cakes!" Before he finished speaking, half a piece of pastry sprinkled with sesame seeds was stuffed into his mouth. The sweet smell mixed with the wild wind in the mountains, and the pretentious sentiment was blown away.

6 菇 Mushroom Fairy Clan: the Mushrooms I Grow Are Really Not Magic Mushrooms A Cigarette Blooming in the DustEastern Fantasy161k WordsOngoing 1Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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The WiFi wireless mushroom network lays out the world of cultivation, and the magic mushroom pond suppresses evil spirits. The mushrooms I grow are really not magic mushrooms. Loving Mother Mushroom: The sword in the Loving Mother's mouth strikes the wanderer on the head. One breath eighty times, each time a critical hit.

12 人 Ancestor of Humanity: Unearthed from Sanxingdui Wind Rises, Clouds Drift LightlyUrban365k WordsCompleted 706Reads5.5Score151Shelves

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When I woke up, my heart felt cold! Lin Mo was confused: "Damn it! Did I travel through time? Or am I a dead man in a coffin?!" Listening to the clanking sound of the archaeological team digging outside, he felt like he had fallen into an ice cave - buried as soon as he passed through it, the worst start in history? However, when he heard the key words "Sanxingdui Pit No. 6", "Ancient Shu Kingdom in 316 BC" and "The Last Mysterious Sacrifice", Lin Mo's mind exploded instantly! Crystal bronze coffin? The world's unsolved mysteries? There is a huge quarrel outside about the "combination of Chinese and Western"! And he, the man in the coffin, was identified as the last high priest of ancient Shu who mastered ancient black technology and possessed mysterious power! Desperate situation? No, it was Tianhu who started! A crazy thought ignited Lin Mo's blood: "As long as all mankind believes in it, whatever I say will be whatever!" Pretending to be a god? At your fingertips! Ancient black technology? It's all under control! Being worshiped as a god? Just around the corner! My scalp is numb! It exploded! Lying in the priceless synthetic crystal bronze coffin, Lin Mo smiled. Archaeological team? Global live broadcast? Arguing experts? They are all stepping stones for him to step onto the altar! When the excavation reached its climax, in the sealed laboratory, the mysterious coffin that had been silent for four thousand years... Moved! "Friends in the audience! Oh my god! The coffin... The coffin is glowing!!" "The ancestors have appeared?!" "Impossible! This goes against science!" "Watch the live broadcast of Yangma! A living ancestor has been dug up in Sanxingdui!" Starting from the sacrifice pit and deceiving the corpse, he has deceived the whole world, wielded ancient power, and written urban miracle legends belonging to the "human ancestors"! This wave of time travel brings blood!

13 说 I Was Supposed to Be the Top Sword Cultivator, So Why Is It the Sword of Being a Jerk? Qi Yi ZiAncient Romance1.0M WordsCompleted 118.4kReads9.5Score15.3kShelves

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Highly recommended! ! [Love][love]

14 道 A Dao Heart Reaching for the Heavens Situ QingchenEastern Fantasy5.3M WordsCompleted 104.4kReads9.1Score11.5kShelves

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The stone roads in Dayushu Village are always covered with moss, much like the wrinkles on the palms of older generations. People in the village say that this village is held up by the shadows of trees - the trunks of four people hugging each other hold up ten miles of green shade, the cracked bark of the trees is embedded with hundreds of years of wind and rain, and the air roots hanging between the branches sway into curtains in the wind, sifting the sun into fine gold foil. In the year of the famine, the bark of the trees was peeled off and white stubble was visible, but when the spring floods came next year, the bare branches sprouted elm coins as big as copper coins. The children stepped on baskets to pick young leaves, the old people used bamboo ladders to pick up elm coins, and even the residual branches in the tree holes were ground into powder and mixed into the batter. The peeling wounds of the tree bark oozed with resin under the moonlight, just like the ditty that my mother sang to lull her to sleep, dripping with bitter tenderness. Nowadays, the old tree at the entrance of the village has a protection sign, but every Qingming Festival, someone always offers a plate of freshly steamed Yuqian buns under the roots of the tree. When the smoke rises, the light spots sifted from the tree crown dance on the offerings, and in a trance, I return to the age when I relied on trees to survive. The elm money rustling all over the tree fell into the coarse porcelain bowl and into the wet eyes of the wanderer.

15 给 After Drugging My Senior Sister, Even I, the King of Lying Low, Can't Keep Lying Low Gui MoEastern Fantasy1.1M WordsCompleted 8.9kReads8.3Score730Shelves

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To a certain extent, it has upgraded the connotation of cultivating immortals. It is not just about showing off to others, but also becomes interesting. What I like most is the wisdom of the protagonist's halo and the appearance of the Shura field. The recommendation index is 5 stars [laughs]

16 两 The Red Era of Traveling Between Two Worlds Trying to Stay Alive 999Urban2.9M WordsOngoing 280Reads5.8Score101Shelves

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Look again, the Yunlong throat in front of me

25 两 Traveling Between Two Worlds: 1970 Good Luck Keeps ComingUrban298k WordsOngoing 229Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Thinking of himself as a dignified householder