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1. 451 无 The Ruthless Path: The System Says My Chance of Falling in Love Is 100% 无情道：系统说我情劫率百分百 Snowy Little Star雪绒小星Eastern Fantasy143k WordsOngoing [A Not-So-Serious Cultivation World] [One Female Lead] I transmigrated into the cultivation world and became the Heavenly Dao’s most wanted criminal. My System died on me from the start, leaving me with nothing but an appraisal function that I can’t even afford to use. To stay alive, I joined the legendary Heartless Dao. Then I was stunned on my very first day. Wasn’t this path supposed to mean cutting off all desire? The senior brother is married and wondering what to cook for his Daoist partne 1Reads—Score—Shelves

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2. 452 平 Parallel Erosion 平行侵蚀 Orchid with a Tipped Bone倾骨芷兰Modern Romance90k WordsCompleted [Urban Suspense] + [A Battle Between Twins] Another version of me, from a parallel world, is slowly stealing my life. A photo of an unfamiliar woman appears on my boyfriend's phone. Her features look seventy percent like mine, but her carefree smile feels like a stranger's. He insists, “That's you.” At a company meeting, my colleagues announce that the proposal I spent several sleepless nights preparing was “submitted a week ahead of schedule.” They congratulate me, but look at me as if I'm some —Reads—Score—Shelves
3. 453 七 Seven Days: Surviving the Ordeal 七日：绝地渡厄 Ashes on Solitary Mountain Isle孤山屿烬Mystery1.6M WordsOngoing I woke with a start as a cold draft seeped through my pores and into my bones. That was when I realized I was no longer looking at the familiar scene of my rented apartment, nor the white candle before my younger sister’s memorial portrait. Instead, I was staring at a metallic car roof. A pungent smell filled the air, and a viscous liquid reached up to my waist and abdomen, so cold I could hardly bear it. As I tried to make sense of things, I suddenly felt as though an invisible hand had seized 1Reads—Score—Shelves

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4. 454 别 Stop Zapping Me! I’m Really Not into Little Girls 别电我了，我真不是萝莉控 Ming Zhe冥哲Urban957k WordsOngoing 655Reads6.5Score112Shelves

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5. 455 世 The World Will Eventually Forget Us 世界终将把我们遗忘 Orchid with a Tipped Bone倾骨芷兰Modern Romance173k WordsCompleted The meeting of two lonely souls. At 36, Yang Guoer is an independent curator and antique book restorer living on the edge of the city. After a failed exhibition opened her eyes to the art world’s greed and hypocrisy, she closed off her heart and set up a studio called Quiet Corner. Like a modern-day Xiaolongnü, she guards her own “Tomb of the Living Dead,” keeping company with old books and paintings and holding on to art’s purity in solitude. At 22, He Muyang is a street graffiti artist who dro 2Reads—Score—Shelves
6. 456 古 Five Legendary Empresses of Ancient History 古代历史上的五位传奇皇后 Xiaoya Takes in the Scenery小雅看风景Ancient Romance10k WordsCompleted Five Legendary Empresses from Ancient History —Reads—Score—Shelves
7. 457 说 You Said She Was Supposed to Be Yandere, So What’s with This Clingy Kitten? 说好的病娇呢，这粘人小猫咪是什么鬼 Snowy Little Star雪绒小星12k WordsCompleted Wasn’t she supposed to be a yandere? What’s with this clingy little kitty? 1Reads—Score—Shelves
8. 458 大 Sir, Please Teach Me! 大人，请赐教！ Little Strawberry Between the Pages书间小草莓Mystery130k WordsOngoing [A hilarious, utterly ridiculous mystery-solving team] [Mysteries and twists without the scares] [A lighthearted read that’ll have you laughing so hard you’ll pound the bed] Lively, sharp-tongued coroner who never stops moving × cold, cutting deputy minister|Ensemble comedy|Historical mystery I’m Lin Qining, a modern forensic examiner who transmigrated to the Great Jing dynasty and somehow ended up as a female coroner at the local yamen. I have exceptional autopsy skills and a quirky mind, but 58Reads—Score—Shelves

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9. 459 历 The Mystery Behind the Sudden Deaths of Six Empresses in History 历史上六位皇后的突然暴毙之谜 Xiaoya Takes in the Scenery小雅看风景Ancient Romance7k WordsCompleted The Mystery Behind the Sudden Deaths of Six Empresses in History 2Reads—Score—Shelves
10. 460 闺 My Best Friend Wants to Compete with Empress Ma for Favor. Now That I’m Reborn, I Won’t Stop Her 闺蜜要和马皇后争宠，重生归来我不劝了 Snowy Little Star雪绒小星Ancient Romance10k WordsCompleted My best friend wants to compete with Empress Ma for the emperor’s favor. Now that I’m reborn, I won’t talk her out of it. 9Reads—Score—Shelves
11. 461 抓 Catch That Little Fox 抓住那只小狐狸 Qing Gao青杲Ancient Romance117k WordsOngoing [Past-life premise: Liu Wenyue was a fox demon who cultivated immortality and had already joined the ranks of the immortals. During her cultivation, she spent sixty-seven years as the wife of Liu Tianyao, a human in his previous life. After Liu Tianyao passed away, she tampered with his soul so that he would be reborn with the same appearance. Because so many people had died in the underworld, his reincarnation was delayed for over a hundred years. By the time Liu Wenyue completed her cultivatio —Reads—Score—Shelves

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12. 462 贾 Jia Baoyu Becomes a Martial Arts Master 贾宝玉成了武林高手 Victory Prevails in the World胜行于世Historical183k WordsOngoing Dream of the Red Chamber is a realist masterpiece rooted in Cao Xueqin's reflections on his own life. Though the book contains mythical elements, they are merely a veil of “false words and village talk.” This time, the author boldly reimagines the story, casting Jia Baoyu into the chaos of the late Ming dynasty! Watch him master peerless martial arts, raise his sword to the heavens as the empire teeters on the brink of collapse, protect his family, and fight injustice throughout the land! Histor 7Reads—Score—Shelves

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13. 463 昏 After I Fell into a Coma, Mom Became My Grandma 昏迷后，妈妈成了我的奶奶 Lone Moon00孤月00Mystery476k WordsCompleted I woke in a pool of blood, with a dead old man lying beside me. When I opened my eyes again, Dad was gone. Mom had become “Grandma,” called me her “good girl,” and said she was a transmigrator. I didn’t believe her. I secretly stopped taking my medicine, but my memories grew more and more deranged Did I kill someone? Am I a transmigrator? Am I a boy or a girl? When I was ten, she forced me into a ghost marriage with a paper effigy. When I was twenty, I saw a bearded man in the mirror. She had ma 6Reads—Score—Shelves

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    "Don't move," Da Bin's voice suddenly became urgent. "Don't hit it, don't chase it, don't touch it with metal. Let it leave on its own." The weasel squatted there, tilting its head, looking at everyone in the courtyard one by one. When it saw Xiu Lian, its eyes paused—Xiu Lian was also looking at it. She didn't back away, but simply placed her hands on her knees, quietly watching it, as if looking at an ordinary wild animal she had seen many times in the village. The weasel stood up and walked step by step towards the mourning tent, passing under the tables of the banquet, brushing past the cook's feet, and going around behind the old woman carrying a bowl. It reached the mourning tent, stood beside the coffin, lowered its head to sniff the red lacquer on the corner of the coffin, and then suddenly raised its front paw and gently pressed it on the corner of the coffin—like a mourner bowing before the coffin. Then, it turned around, slipped out from behind the mourning tent, and disappeared into the shadows of the courtyard wall. The courtyard suddenly fell silent for a moment. Everyone looked at each other, chopsticks hanging in mid-air, food in their mouths forgotten to be chewed. Then, as if someone had flipped a switch, the voices returned—but a little lower than before. No one spoke loudly anymore; everyone muttered softly, all saying the same thing: "The weasel is coming." They said it over and over again, as if repeating this phrase would ensure their safety. In the afternoon, Chen Jianguo and the others didn't leave. The funeral rites were to be held at night, according to custom, after dark. Old Sun's relatives were busy coming and going; the ever-burning lamp in the mourning hall was refilled, and the incense in the incense burner was replaced. The dutiful sons and grandsons had already reported to the temple three times that day. According to the custom of funerals in Northeast China, after a person dies and is placed in the coffin, the eldest son leads the entire family, men, women, and children, in a line to report to the temple. The so-called temple is not necessarily a real temple; it is mostly an old well platform at a crossroads or street corner, where they burn paper money and incense facing southwest, and weep, which is considered registering the deceased in the underworld. Once in the morning, once at noon, once in the evening—each trip had more people, each trip had more agonizing cries. The first trip was to familiarize themselves with the way, the second was to settle them in, and the third was to say goodbye. Chen Jianguo and the others squatted at the alley entrance, watching the Sun family's procession pass by on the street. The eldest son walked at the front, carrying an earthenware basin in his arms, with a mourning banner inserted inside. The white paper tassels fluttered in the wind, like a withered branch bent under the weight of snow. Behind him followed the filial sons and grandsons, their heads wrapped in white cloth, their waists tied with hemp ropes, one after another, heads bowed, weeping. Behind them were the women of the Sun family; the daughter-in-law was supported by two people, her legs too weak to walk, her voice hoarse from crying, her mouth open but no sound coming out, only breaths. Her makeup was ruined, and her eyes were swollen into slits. The last group followed with several musicians playing the suona, which played "Crying to Heaven." The melody was sharp and drawn-out, lingering in the grey-blue twilight like an invisible bird circling overhead. Neighbors stood by the roadside watching; some wiped away tears, some sighed, and some whispered, "Old Mrs. Sun was so blessed, so many filial sons saw her off." The procession stopped at the crossroads. The eldest son placed the earthenware basin on the ground and knelt, followed by the others. He struck a match, lit the paper money, the flame flickering in the twilight, then placed incense in front of the pile of paper money and led the family in three kowtows. The suona stopped. The only sounds on the street were the rustling of the funeral banners in the wind and the suppressed sobs of the women. The eldest son knelt on the ground, head bowed, his shoulders trembling. After his last kowtow, he stood up, hugged the earthenware basin back to his arms, and turned to walk back. The procession followed behind him, and the weeping resumed. "This is the third time," Erfei whispered. "After this trip, it'll be time for the funeral rites." Night had fallen. In Old Sun's courtyard, all the lanterns in the mourning tent were lit—one in each of the four corners, and one in front of the coffin. The flames of the five lanterns burned steadily under the canvas tent, illuminating the entire space. The red lacquered coffin shone even brighter in the light, the gold powder on the lotus flowers seemed to drip down, and the figures from the Twenty-Four Filial Exemplars paintings on the coffin sides appeared and disappeared in the flickering light, as if they too had come to life. The courtyard outside the mourning tent had been cleared, and the offering table had been rearranged—the first offering of food had been moved to the center, the ever-burning lamp had been filled with oil, and new incense sticks had been inserted into the incense burner, the three sticks burning neatly. A row of straw mats was placed in front of the coffin, for the filial sons and grandsons to kowtow upon. The straw mat was newly woven, made from twisted corn husks, and still smelled of dry grass. Old Zhai stood in front of the mourning tent. He was from Shaoguo Village, in his early sixties. In his youth, he played the clown in a folk opera troupe, but later, his voice broke, and he switched to shamanistic rituals. He wasn't the kind of shaman who had a proper altar; in his own words, he was a "halfway novice"—he learned how to deal with people while performing folk opera, and he learned how to deal with spirits while performing shamanistic rituals. The combination of these two skills made him unique in the area. He was sought after for both weddings and funerals. At funerals, he was the "master of the ceremony"—the host, who organized the proceedings, directed the bereaved family, led the weeping when it was time to cry, and called out "Stop the mourning!" When it was time to stop. But he was different from ordinary master of the ceremony. Ordinary master of the ceremony only handled human affairs, but he could also sing shamanistic tunes. He wore a gray cotton robe that reached his ankles, with a white cloth belt tied around his waist. He wore an old felt hat, the brim pulled low, obscuring most of his face. He was short, thin so much that his shoulder bones bulged from under his cotton robe, but he stood very straight, like a stake driven into the ground. He took off his felt hat, revealing sparse gray hair and a dark red face—deep, dense wrinkles, and two dark red patches on his cheekbones from frost. His eyes were small, his eyelids drooping, but occasionally, when he looked up, his pupils were bright and lively, not like someone in his sixties. He pulled a single drum from his pocket. Not a small leather drum, but a single drum—smaller than a washbasin, covered with sheepskin, with a coiled snake painted on the drumhead, its head facing outwards, its red tongue flicking. Several red cloth strips were tied to the drum handle, faded and neither gray nor red, and several copper bells hung from them, jingling with a gentle shake. The drumstick was a thin bamboo stick, its end wrapped in red cloth, worn and frayed. He raised the single drum and, addressing the crowd outside the mourning tent, spoke slowly and deliberately. "Relatives and neighbors of the Sun family, please step forward." The crowd surged forward. The dutiful sons and grandsons were already kneeling on the straw mats—white cloths tied around their heads, hemp ropes around their waists, kneeling in two rows. The eldest son was at the front, head bowed, shoulders slumped. His daughter-in-law knelt beside him, her eyes swollen shut, barely able to kneel, her body swaying and leaning to the side, supported by those around her. Old Zhai gently tapped the single drum once, the sound carrying far into the night. "Tonight is the last night of the funeral procession for Madam Li of the Sun family. The filial son has visited the temple three times and added oil to the eternal lamp nine times. Tomorrow, at the third crow of the rooster, the funeral procession will begin. Relatives and neighbors, your presence here to bid farewell to the old lady is an honor for the Sun family. On behalf of the entire Sun family, I bow to you all." He bowed slightly, quickly and briefly, stopping short of a formality. Then he turned to face the coffin and raised the single drum. The first drumbeat was very light, like knocking on a door. The second drumbeat was a little heavier, like calling out to the door. The third drumbeat was light again, as if waiting for a response from inside. The drumstick struck the sheepskin surface, the sound not crisp, but muffled, with a unique elastic resonance of sheepskin, thud—thud—thud—, each beat followed by the delicate tinkling of a copper bell, jingling, jingling, like silver threads filling the gaps in the drumbeat. His toes began to tap the ground. The soles of his gray cotton shoes slapped against the frozen earth, making muffled thuds. The rhythm was slow, the kind of old-fashioned Yangko dance with its cross-step movement—left foot tapping forward, right foot tapping back, the body swaying slightly with each step, the tassel of the white cloth belt around the waist swaying with it. He began to speak. His voice, honed from singing Errenzhuan (a type of folk opera), was neither high nor bright, but full of charm, each word seeming to have grown from the black soil of Northeast China. "Ah—the sun sets in the west, darkness falls—every household closes its doors—" he drawled, the drumbeat following his lyrics, singing a line, striking twice, the copper bells jingling with the vibration of the drumsticks, "Nine out of ten houses are locked—only one door is open—" His feet moved slowly in front of the coffin, not circling it, but pacing in place, his toes gradually turning him toward the side of the coffin. The single drum in his hand tilted slightly, the snake on the drumhead flashing in the firelight. His eyes didn't look at anyone, nor at the coffin, but stared at the darkness outside the mourning hall, as if someone stood in the darkness. "First, I bid farewell to the Wood of the East—Old Immortal, look eastward—there's a Terrace of Longing for Home in the east—no one is on the Terrace of Longing for Home—deceased, do not look back—" The filial sons and grandsons kowtowed once. Their foreheads hit the straw mat with a dull thud. "Second, I bid farewell to the Fire of the South—Old Immortal, move southward—there's a Bridge of Helplessness in the south—the waters under the Bridge of Helplessness flow turbulently—deceased, walk steadily—" They kowtowed again. The flame of the eternal lamp flickered slightly, and Old Zhai glanced in the direction of the lamp, his mouth still moving. "Third, I bid farewell to the Metal of the West—Old Immortal, search westward—there's a Palace of Yama in the west—the gates of hell open before the Palace of Yama—deceased, do not be afraid—" By the time they kowtowed for the third time, the daughter-in-law was already crying so hard she couldn't straighten up. Her forehead hit the straw mat and she couldn't lift it. Her shoulders trembled, and intermittent sobs came from her throat. "Fourth farewell to the Northern Ren and Gui Water—Old Immortal, retreat to the north—there is a Bridge of Helplessness in the north—below the bridge, the souls of the dead wail—deceased, do not listen to their cries—" Old Zhai's voice suddenly rose a pitch on the words "wail," the "wailing" drawn out, drifting out of the mourning hall and swirling in the night sky. The voice wasn't singing, but rather a cry for the person in the coffin—a cry for what she hadn't uttered while alive. "Fifth farewell to the Central Wu and Ji Earth—Old Immortal, count to the middle—there is a Land God Temple in the middle—report your name before the Land God Temple—deceased, remember it well—" The filial sons and grandsons finished their fifth kowtow and raised their heads. Each person's forehead was red from kowtowing; the eldest son's forehead had already swollen with a bump. Old Zhai walked to the front of the coffin and stopped. He tucked the single drum under his arm, rubbed his lips with the back of his hand, and then raised the drumstick again. The drumbeat changed—from a slow, leisurely cross-step rhythm to a lighter, more fragmented tapping, the drumstick bouncing rapidly on the sheepskin surface like raindrops hitting window paper. He began to sing the final verse of the soul-sending song: "The three souls drift away to the underworld—the seven spirits wander to the Western Paradise—in the Western Paradise there is a lotus throne—beneath the lotus throne, I recite the Buddha's name—today I bid farewell to the mortal world—tomorrow morning I'll go to Yin Mountain—Yin Mountain has a gate to hell—look back before the gate to hell—I see my children weeping before me—deceased, do not cling to the mortal world—follow the old immortal forward—to the end—is the Nine Heavens—!" He flicked the word "Nine Heavens" upwards, paused for a moment on the highest note, and then fell sharply. The drumming stopped. The last lingering sound of the copper bell dissipated in the night wind. He stood before the coffin, facing the lotus flower carved on its head and the steadily burning eternal lamp, and said in a very soft voice, completely different from when he was chanting the hymns, "Go. Keep quiet over there." No one in the courtyard uttered a sound. His daughter-in-law had stopped crying; she knelt there, her eyes fixed on the coffin, her lips trembling. Old Zhai turned to his sons and grandsons and said, "The filial sons return the courtesy. Kneel." He kowtowed once more. The farewell ceremony was over. People inside and outside the mourning hall slowly dispersed; some helped the kneeling sons, others began tidying the offerings on the altar. Old Zhai walked to a chair nearby, took out an enamel mug from his pocket, took a sip of water, and his face regained the relaxed expression characteristic of an old man who had seen much of the world. A neighbor approached and offered him a cigarette; he took it and tucked it behind his ear, but didn't light it. The man who had spoken to him asked something in a low voice, and Old Zhai only said two words: "Gone." The mourners set up a brazier in the courtyard. A few of Old Sun's relatives stayed, and some neighbors also remained, sitting around the brazier. Firewood burned in the brazier, with occasional pieces of paper money tossed in. The firelight illuminated everyone's faces, clearly showing the wrinkles and bloodshot eyes. Old Zhai hadn't left either, sitting by the brazier, holding an enamel mug, being chatted with by several old men. Chen Jianguo and his friends also found a spot by the brazier. Da Bin, having somehow acquired a handful of sunflower seeds, squatted by the brazier, cracking them open, tossing the shells into the fire with a sizzle and a puff of smoke. Xiulian sat next to Chen Jianguo, her arms wrapped around her knees, the firelight casting a long shadow. An old man tapped his pipe against the rim of the brazier. "She let the Grey Fairy see the records, and she couldn't take it anymore." He put his pipe in his mouth and puffed away. Old Zhai added, "The Grey Fairy on this street has been around for a long time. When I was an apprentice on Third Street, my master told me about it. Before the houses were built on Third Street, it was a graveyard, and all sorts of things were buried underground. The Grey Fairy is different from other fairies; they live the deepest. They don't care about things on the surface, but no one can hide anything from them about things underground." He placed the enamel mug on his lap, clasped his hands on it, and the firelight reflected on his face, making his wrinkles appear even deeper. "I was sixteen when the city was restored to its former glory, and I witnessed something on this street." When he said "when the city was restored to its former glory," the people around the brazier leaned forward. "That autumn, the Soviet Red Army had just left, and the streets were in chaos. One night, someone heard a child crying on the well platform to the west—the one that's now abandoned, but which used to have water—and it cried for most of the night. When they went to check at dawn, there was nothing on the platform, just a pile of rotten grass. For the next three nights, people heard crying every night. On the fourth night, several brave young men kept watch by the well platform, and in the latter half of the night, a weasel crawled out of the well." Old Zhai said, raising his enamel mug to his lips and taking a sip of water. A piece of firewood in the brazier snapped with a crack. "The weasel had something in its mouth—a child's bib. It was made of red cloth and embroidered with lotus flowers. A few young men mustered their courage and chased it for half a street, all the way to the location of the former Japanese shrine—which is now the area around Dongsantiao—but the weasel was gone, and so was the bib. Later, someone asked some Kwantung Army prisoners of war, and they said that there used to be a Japanese family compound in the shrine area. A year before the liberation, a Japanese child fell into a well and drowned. When he was pulled out, the bib was still on his body. The bib was also on his body when he was buried. But no adult came to claim the little body, and somehow it was thrown into a mass grave, wrapped in a straw mat, and buried less than three feet deep. The following spring, when the ground thawed, someone saw a weasel running out from the direction of that mass grave, carrying a piece of red cloth in its mouth." Old Zhai put the jar on his lap, his eyes fixed on the flame. "Weasels are petty, but they keep their word. Whoever kills their cub, they'll remember for life. If you're kind to them, they'll be polite to you too. They never do anything reckless, they just like to borrow things from people—a child's bib, a dead person's skull, sometimes even the face of someone who's just been buried. It's not that they want these things, it's just that they like to wear something that people have used, like clothes. If you see a weasel running in the snow with a shiny white head, don't be afraid. It's not trying to harm you. It's just grooming itself." Xiulian suddenly spoke up. Her voice wasn't loud, but everyone around the brazier could hear her. "I've seen it." All eyes turned to her. Chen Jianguo turned to look at her. She was hugging her knees, her expression unclear in the firelight, but her tone was calm. "In Shaoguo Village. When I was ten years old. The winter snow was heavier than this year. One morning I came out of the house and saw a weasel squatting on the courtyard wall, wearing a white mourning cap on its head. The cap was new, shining white. It squatted on the wall, wearing the cap properly, its ears peeking out from the seams of the cloth, twitching. It saw me, didn't run away, just squatted there watching me. Later, my grandmother came out, and it jumped down from the wall and left. My grandmother said that someone's new grave had been dug up—the weasel wearing mourning was crying for its dead cub. Later, we inquired and found out that an old woman in the next village had buried her grave the night before, and the next morning the grave had been dug up; the burial clothes were gone, and the mourning cap was gone too." The people around the brazier fell silent. Old Zhai looked at her, his eyes showing a hint of scrutiny, then nodded, as if confirming something to himself. Night fell. When Chen Jianguo and Xiulian came out of Old Sun's house, the moon was already high in the sky, like a thin, worn silver coin against the gray-blue backdrop. The entire Third Street was dark, except for the dim yellow door lamp at the entrance of Old Sun's courtyard, which illuminated the white cloth hanging on the doorframe. The alley was pitch black, the courtyard walls casting heavy shadows in the moonlight. The two walked side by side. Xiulian walked along the side closest to the wall, her hands tucked into her sleeves, her cotton shoes crunching on the frozen snow. Chen Jianguo walked along the side closest to the road, his hands in his pockets, head down, watching the path beneath his feet. Neither of them spoke, but their steps were in sync. "Don't sleep in the waiting room anymore," Chen Jianguo suddenly said. Xiulian didn't look at him. "Where will I sleep?" "Let me think." He kicked his foot forward, sending a shard of ice flying. "Let me think," he repeated. Xiulian buried her face in her scarf and didn't speak. But her steps slowed slightly. "I'll pack some food for you in a lunchbox tomorrow," Chen Jianguo said. "There are cornbread pancakes at home. I'll bake them on the stove, and you can have them." "Okay." "And some pickled vegetables." "Okay." The moon moved a little west. The wind at the alley entrance picked up, making the power lines whistle. The two walked out of the alley and reached the intersection of Sandao Street and Shengli Street. The streetlights swayed overhead, their dim yellow light swaying on the pavement. Xiulian stopped under the streetlight. "Don't see me off," she said. Chen Jianguo also stopped. She glanced at him, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she just shuffled her feet on the ground. Then she turned and walked towards the train station. After walking a dozen steps, she suddenly turned back. Chen Jianguo was still there, standing under the streetlight, his hands in his pockets, watching her. She didn't speak, turned back, and continued walking, never looking back again. Chen Jianguo stood under the streetlamp, watching her walk further and further away, the red yarn at the end of her braid swaying in the dim light. Finally, the red yarn disappeared into the darkness, merging with the mist in the direction of the train station. He took his hand out of his pocket and breathed warm air on it. Cold. Then he turned and walked towards home.

14. 464 花 The Bridal Sedan’s Shocking Twist: A Minister’s Daughter and a Marriage of Convenience 花轿惊变：户部尚书嫡女的联姻风云 Xiaoya Takes in the Scenery小雅看风景Ancient Romance9k WordsCompleted A Shocking Bridal Procession: The Marriage Alliance Turmoil of the Minister of Revenue's Legitimate Daughter 1Reads—Score—Shelves
15. 465 七 Seven Months, a Lifetime of Longing for Me 七个月，换我余生想念 Snowy Little Star雪绒小星Urban100k WordsCompleted “The Dharma is no Dharma; emptiness, too, is not empty.” Nothing in this world is fixed, and neither emptiness nor form is the ultimate truth. The story of Li Xinghe and Song Qingmeng is a cultivation of “gain” and “loss.” She gave him a seven-month dream; he will carry that dream with him for the rest of his life. 2Reads—Score—Shelves
16. 466 退 The Retired Soldier King: My Wife Is a CEO 退役兵王：我的老婆是总裁 Junior Clerk Who Posts Books at the Dali Temple大理寺贴书小吏Urban1.0M WordsCompleted [Two equally formidable leads] [Veteran soldier + female CEO] [Devoted husband] [Fast-paced] [Wish fulfillment] [Slow burn] [Hidden powerhouse] [Both leads are each other's first and only love] [Tender feelings for country and family] After eighteen years of military service, Jiang Ye is an elite soldier feared by his enemies. To protect his country and people, he delayed his retirement, burying his youth in dangerous places no one would ever know about. When he finally takes off his armor and 300Reads—Score—Shelves

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17. 467 跟 Follow the Sage, and Let Talented Scholars and Emperors Run Wild Together 跟着圣人，才子和天子一起浪 Victory Prevails in the World胜行于世Historical111k WordsOngoing Huang Xiaowen somehow transmigrates to the Zhengde era of the Ming Dynasty, where he encounters three major figures of the time one after another and gets caught up in a series of amusing adventures. Entertainment and the pursuit of the Dao go hand in hand... —Reads—Score—Shelves
18. 468 胭 The Tigress in Rouge: Liu Sanniang's Tale of Taming Her Husband and Managing the Household 胭脂虎：柳三娘驯夫掌家记 Xiaoya Takes in the Scenery小雅看风景Ancient Romance11k WordsCompleted The Tigress in Rouge: Liu Sanniang's Guide to Taming Her Husband and Running the Household 5Reads—Score—Shelves
19. 469 从 Immortality from the Primitive Age 从原始社会开始永生不死 Luo Kai, Who Loves Mo-Style Braised Pork爱吃莫氏红烧肉的罗凯Historical1.5M WordsOngoing “What do you mean I transmigrated the moment I got off the bus?” Shen Ming stared at the desert before him, lost in thought. “And what do you mean I can’t die?” Shen Ming stabbed himself in the throat with a small knife and came away unharmed. He decided to find a way to improve his quality of life. What’s done is done. First, let’s find something to eat. Starting in the primitive era, he develops civilization on this alien planet. From wilderness to agriculture, from savagery to civilization, f 8.8kReads8.0Score611Shelves

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20. 470 被 Shattered to Pieces, I Took Control of the Universe 被整稀碎后，我掌控宇宙 Mi Duxiu觅独秀Urban206k WordsCompleted Every organ in your body can be replaced. All you need to keep is a mouth to eat with! Shi Jin, an esper, is persecuted by the city lord and forced to flee for his life! If only someone would grant me two mu of good farmland. How could I possibly take control of the universe and rule over all beings? If you don't laugh until you cry after reading this book, I'll say you're one tough kid! One update a day is normal; two a day means inspiration is overflowing; three a day can only mean Great-Grand 1.9kReads8.6Score148Shelves

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    Mutual reviews and reminders are welcome, any time is fine! Whatever you do, I'll reply within 24 hours! I have two books, no need to ask, either one is fine. Remember to leave the title of the book you'd like to review. New authors should stick together for mutual support; a person without integrity cannot stand!

21. 471 为 For the Sake of My Beloved, I Betray My Imperial Brother 为红颜，负皇兄 Victory Prevails in the World胜行于世Historical9k WordsCompleted For the sake of the woman he loves, he betrays his imperial brother. —Reads—Score—Shelves
22. 472 牛 The Working Stiff's Cultivation Chronicles 牛马修仙录 Mi Duxiu觅独秀Urban780k WordsOngoing A nationwide online game turns out to be a path to immortality! Paralyzed from the waist down, he is forced to embark on the path to becoming an immortal! By day, Shi Jin is a food delivery guy, ground down by the hardships of life! By night, Shi Jin is a Great Golden Immortal, and all the gods from every direction had better keep their distance! This book has a bit of everything: spoofing Investiture of the Gods and Journey to the West, and wreaking havoc in the Celestial Court and the Primordi 22.8kReads8.9Score1.8kShelves
23. 473 苟 A Life of Lying Low in the Brocade-Clad Guard 苟在锦衣夜行的人生 Dark Dust, Dusk Snow暗尘暮雪Urban386k WordsOngoing His younger brother, who shared his mother but not his father, went missing. Bai Yu opened the black suitcase the boy had left under the bed and understood one thing: The world is a bride beneath a veil. Whoever lifts her veil, she belongs to him. Fifty years spent cloaked in luxury, walking unseen through the night. Life is like dust beneath the bright moon. 25Reads—Score—Shelves

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24. 474 逆 The Heaven-Defying Agency: No More Pretending, I'm Invincible 逆天事务所：不装了，直接无敌 The Xuan in Lu Beixuan陆北玄的玄Eastern Fantasy65k WordsOngoing Lu Beixuan was a web novelist notorious for abandoning his stories halfway through. After staying up for three nights to finish the ending, he worked himself to death. When he opened his eyes again, he had entered the book he wrote, becoming Lu Beixuan, the Blood Shadow Sect's young master, a disposable cannon-fodder character who was doomed to die by chapter three. According to the plot he had written himself, in three days the protagonist chosen by fate would cut off his head with a single swo —Reads—Score—Shelves

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    Those who are nobody at the bottom should stick together for warmth.

25. 475 三 Embers of the Third Shinobi War: Lord of Another World 三战余烬：异界兵主 Delivering the Bridge送桥Eastern Fantasy2.5M WordsCompleted The last strategic mastermind of Earth's Third World War was reduced to ashes in a nuclear blast, only to awaken in a cultivation world four light-years away. Shen Yuan, the youngest chief of strategic intelligence in the United Earth Federation, perished in the final nuclear explosion. When he opened his eyes again, he had become a refugee cannon fodder in the Kingdom of Yan, about to be sent to the battlefield. In this world, cultivators can move mountains and fill seas, while the powerful tre 1Reads—Score—Shelves

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    Come on, leave your golden pen fable! 😄

26. 476 云 The Cloud-Returning Azure Nether Path 云归青冥道 Waiting for the Wind to Fell等风落業Eastern Fantasy125k WordsCompleted At the peak of the sea of clouds, I form the Seal of Demon-Slaying. The Azure Sword emerges and sweeps across the Eight Wastelands. The barrier protecting the realm shines across the sky, while the twin treasures' Daoist aura crushes evil. Cultivators stand proudly above the clouds, all the Great Daos of the heavens submit, and the Three Realms heed my every command! —Reads—Score—Shelves

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    Hi everyone, I just finished writing this a few days ago, could you please take a look?

27. 477 人 Slaying Spirits in the Mortal Realm 人间斩灵 Young Master of Jiangzhou江州城少Mystery94k WordsOngoing [Eerie] [Rule Horror] As the cleaver came down, the ghost before him did not disappear. It only retreated. The rules of the cleaver had been triggered by Xia Chunqiu's body, leaving him gravely injured. Faced with the supernatural attacks of a vengeful ghost, no one knew how long they could survive. 1Reads—Score—Shelves

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    Bro, please comment, I'm begging you.

28. 478 末 Apocalyptic Evolution: I Awaken the Bloodline of the Merfolk 末日进化：我觉醒了鲛人血脉 A Unicorn Chasing Stars追星的独角兽Fantastical Romance988k WordsOngoing In 2026, a world-ending flood swallowed every continent. I once thought the apocalypse marked the end of civilization. It wasn’t until he took my hand in the deep sea that I understood: This was a romantic reunion, written into our genes and delayed by billions of years. “Reader’s Guide” 1: A hard-core apocalypse. From surviving underwater to founding a nation in the deep sea, with rigorous worldbuilding. 2: Two powerful leads who dote on each other. The strongest merman warrior × a clever heroi 178Reads—Score—Shelves

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    Abandon the land and become a merman! This post-apocalyptic novel moves the battlefield of survival to the abyss. A new author's new book, not a mindless wish-fulfillment story. The plot has just begun, and the merman concept really resonated with me. The author's writing is a bit raw, but the sincerity is evident.

29. 479 三 Three Kingdoms Strategist: Starting with Zhang Ning of the Yellow Turbans 三国军师：从黄巾张宁开始 Wen He Isn't He文和不是和Historical1.6M WordsOngoing (System + comedy) After transmigrating to the Three Kingdoms era, Lin Tian becomes Zhang Fei's page. But Lin Tian has a military strategist System! [Ding! Beginner quest: Earn Zhang Fei's trust] [Ding! Quest complete. Intelligence +5!] When Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei swear brotherhood in the Peach Garden, Lin Tian squeezes his way in and becomes the fourth brother. Liu, Guan, and Zhang? No, Liu, Guan, Zhang, and Lin! Five hundred men defeat fifty thousand and capture Cheng Yuanzhi alive 31Reads—Score—Shelves

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    A Three Kingdoms novel. A system-driven, comedic story.

30. 480 棺 The Coffin Cipher: A Close Encounter of the Third Kind 棺椁密码：第三类接触事件 Delivering the Bridge送桥Urban320k WordsCompleted The archaeological hammer has struck the gravestone of a civilization. Deep in the mountains of southern Guizhou, an upside-down bronze city appears, covered in symbols that are not of this world. Chen Guanfu, an archaeologist, is the only one who can “hear” its whispers, but he has also become a vessel that it is slowly “rewriting.” Shen Zhiwei of the Seventh Contact Bureau is ordered to investigate. She discovers that this is merely one node in a network on a cosmic scale, and that behind it l —Reads—Score—Shelves
31. 481 小 Little Childhood Sweetheart, Stop Chasing Her! She Won't Look Back! 小竹马，别追啦！她不回头了！ Miss Gu Has a Temper爱发脾气的顾小姐Modern Romance150k WordsCompleted Whose heartstrings does the wind of youth set trembling? The reckless things we do in our youth leave us both lost and longing. After Lin Ruoru enrolls at Jing University, she meets a group of over-the-top roommates and embarks on a fun-filled college life. By chance, she also meets her true love, Li Xiaoran. But then her childhood sweetheart shows up, determined to fight for her. Too bad for him: this young lady doesn’t go back to an old flame! 4Reads—Score—Shelves

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32. 482 我 Everything I Write Into the Rules Comes True 我写的规矩都会应验 Zhao Mulin朝暮临Mystery133k WordsOngoing The old city has a street for funeral goods. Half the shops sell wreaths and burial clothes, and the paper crafts shop at the end of the street is the last one still willing to make paper figures by hand. Its rules are older than the shop itself: Never paint a paper figure's eyes. If you do, it will recognize its master. A white horse must not cross a bridge. If it does, it must be burned. Close the shop at sunset. Take no jobs at night. Chen Mo is the grandson of the last paper craftsman. He gr 31Reads—Score—Shelves

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    Please take a look at this book, thank you!

33. 483 要 Who Needs a Hundred Beauties of the Martial World When I Have a Book of Weapons? 要什么江湖百美图，我有兵器谱！ Zhixin Is a Bridge志新是座桥Historical1.6M WordsCompleted After transmigrating into a chaotic age, Xiao Chen has a “Weapon Rankings” System but doesn’t know what to do with it. Then war breaks out along the border, as the barbarian cavalry tramples across the land and massacres its people. Watch him carve a path through the world and roam the martial world at ease, leaving behind stories that are sometimes heroic, sometimes wondrous, sometimes carefree, and sometimes deeply moving. 13.3kReads7.9Score565Shelves
34. 484 南 Tales of Nantang 南塘往事 A River of Moonlight一川月色Urban308k WordsCompleted My name is Chen Damao. When I was seventeen, I sat on the field ridge by Nantang with Liu Tietou, Zhou Xigou, and Zhao Xiulan, sharing a bowl of cold porridge. Tietou said he wanted to buy a big iron pot. Xigou said he wanted to make a nice chair. Xiulan said she hadn’t decided yet. I said I wanted to go to school. In the end, we all got what we wanted. I went to the county seat and put on a Sun Yat-sen suit. Tietou bought an old red tractor and fixed it up. Xigou learned carpentry and made cha 5Reads—Score—Shelves

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    Is anyone there? I need help here.

35. 485 俩 Two Powerhouses Are Fighting Over Me! I’m Off to Scratch Lottery Tickets 俩大佬疯抢我！我在一旁刮彩票 Little Naughty Fairy Yue小污女妖月135k WordsOngoing [Absurd comedy + Quick Transmigration System + Ultimate wish-fulfillment + Lively humor + Lucky heroine + Subverting expectations + Sweet romance with a wealthy family + School redemption + Urban workplace] - Faced with the choice between school and work, Shen Juan chose to hang herself! After she "hung herself from the southeast branch," she accidentally activated the "Love Conquest" System and drew the golden finger talent "Luck." From then on, she blazed through each instance with cheat-level —Reads—Score—Shelves

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    Don't look, please don't look, I'm afraid you'll laugh yourself to death!!!

36. 486 我 I Farmed in the Three Kingdoms, Then My Wife Disappeared 我在三国种田，然后老婆没了 A River of Moonlight一川月色Historical200k WordsCompleted I transmigrated to the Three Kingdoms and became a farmer. All I wanted was to tend my little plot of land and have a wife to keep me warm at night. My wife fell over the wall and crushed my vegetable seedlings. She said she’d pay me back tenfold, then paid me back by becoming my wife. We planted peach trees, raised chickens and ducks, and promised to open a tavern someday. Just as life was starting to feel like a proper life war came sweeping through. When I transmigrated back again, she was al 405Reads—Score—Shelves
37. 487 砚 The Way Hidden in the Inkstone: My Years Teaching in the Cultivation World 砚中藏道：我在修真界教书那些年 Realm of Illusion幻之界Eastern Fantasy368k WordsOngoing A teacher at Qingya Academy in the mortal Great Jing Dynasty is born with a naturally clear Daoist heart and body. He is immune to all techniques and free of inner demons, with exceptional insight into the principles of Daoism, the demonic path, and Buddhism, though from the start he has no idea. There is no System and no good-for-nothing phase. From the start, he's simply a mortal scholar who can't even fight a chicken. Through steady progress and careful planning, he climbs step by step from Q —Reads—Score—Shelves

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    As the scholar's spiritual understanding deepened and his cultivation improved, people began to covet his abilities. This wasn't a case of idiocy or melodramatic folly.

38. 488 穿 Transmigrate to Dragon Ball as Vegeta 穿越龙珠，贝吉塔 Mr. Bones, Hey骨头先生诶Anime Fanfiction352k WordsOngoing The original protagonist transmigrates into Vegeta and embarks on an adventure. Multiple heroines, a brand-new storyline, and added side plots. The fight scenes are spectacular. Vegeta is no longer destined to play second fiddle forever. 43Reads—Score—Shelves

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    Please take a look and give me some advice.

39. 489 我 My Wife's Lies 我妻子的谎言 Fu Family Seventeen1傅家十七1Urban162k WordsCompleted The warmth of their newlywed days had barely faded when the lie hidden beneath their marriage certificate came crashing down on Shu Wang. The lovely wife he doted on was none other than the woman his childhood friend Qin Yiming had kept hidden away three years ago. His wife kept the past secret, stumbling over her words and showing no sense of boundaries. Qin Yiming pressed him at every turn, refusing to let go. All the tenderness vanished from Shu Wang's eyes. "After everything you two hid f 9.1kReads—Score419Shelves

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    Go see for yourself!

40. 490 再 Back to That Absurd Dreamland 再入那荒诞梦乡 Misty Rain, Neighboring Years烟雨邻年Mystery201k WordsOngoing They say the world died long ago. … Let yesterday dissolve into nothingness, and let today continue its absurdity. The creators of the world, its destroyers, and its saviors were born one after another. I once thought I wouldn’t care much about the past. I once thought people only needed to spend their energy on the future, until memories swallowed me like a rising tide. Look upon your past and future. Before you wake, savor this lucid nothingness. [Male lead + eerie horror + a touch of romance 2Reads—Score—Shelves

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41. 491 婚 The Road to Marriage: Choosing My Own Path 婚途：择行而往 Mr. Fallen Chrysanthemum落菊先生Modern Romance222k WordsOngoing Lin Zhou became invisible in a loveless marriage. Her husband’s indifference, cutthroat workplace politics, and her in-laws’ schemes drained every last bit of her enthusiasm. Only after resolutely signing the divorce papers did she realize that marriage was never the end of life, but just one part of a journey called “The Road Through Marriage.” She cast off her shackles and returned to the workplace. Through her clashes with powerful client Shen Yizhen, she rediscovered her own brilliance. True 4Reads—Score—Shelves

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    What kind of book review should I give to Lin Zhou? Unless you also dislike beautiful female protagonists 😎

42. 492 瘾 Addicted to Healing Hao Se 瘾疗郝涩 Wenwu Binbin文武彬彬Urban1.0M WordsCompleted The protagonist, Hao Se, is a thirty-year-old unmarried virgin nicknamed “Lustful.” He graduated with a bachelor's degree in clinical medicine from a five-year traditional Chinese medicine program, taking electives in massage therapy and massage techniques. Upon graduation, he obtained a Chinese medical license, then went to Seoul National University in South Korea and earned a master's degree in medicine after two years. He also qualified as a plastic surgeon, specializing in plastic surgery. A 10Reads—Score—Shelves
43. 493 我 I’m a Security Guard: Saving the World with a Mouse in the Apocalypse 我是保安：在末日用鼠标拯救世界 Wenwu Binbin文武彬彬Urban537k WordsCompleted The apocalypse, divine artifacts, multiple women, no harem master, saving the world! On January 1, 2030, an unexplained change in solar activity ushered in the “Scorching Era.” Temperatures kept rising, with the daily average exceeding 50°C and reaching 70°C in extreme regions. The polar ice caps melted rapidly, sea levels rose, and coastal cities fell. Superdroughts, surging ultraviolet radiation, and collapsing ecosystems followed. Mainstream scientists believe the Sun has been enveloped by an 3Reads—Score—Shelves
44. 494 钱 The Moneylender Was Reborn Seven Days Before Me 钱庄先生早我七天重生 Ghost of the Deep Sea Gazing at Moonlight深海的幽灵啊注视月光Modern Romance291k WordsOngoing [Career-Focused Female Lead + Supportive Male Lead] + [Beautiful, Unhinged Second Female Lead + Sharp-Tongued, Proud Second Male Lead] + [Sincere Romance] "Boss Chen, my eldest sister doesn't like having her picture taken. She looks about the same as my second younger sister. You've met her, after all." With that one sentence, Hu Lingyi became Boss Chen's second wife. Boss Chen thought she looked ordinary, but he had to admit she had a gift with numbers. Not a single transaction in the Chen fami 13Reads—Score—Shelves

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    In her previous life, no one met a good end. Lingyi was divorced, died of illness in the north room, her body wrapped in a straw mat; her younger brother, Lingheng, forced her to relinquish the property rights; her younger sister, Lingxian, took the rattan trunk in front of her, saying, "Anyway, you're going to die soon, these can still be sold for money"; the money changer, Cheng Yanchi, was beaten to death at the dock with three iron pipes, the crime being "my sister spoke up for you"; Lingtao sat until he died, clutching an empty cricket jar; Lingxian scratched her scalp with a silver hairpin; Lingheng killed Boss Chen and went to jail. The house was empty. Boss Chen's boots crushed the divorce papers: "I've seen enough of your face, you're not even half as good as your sister." In her previous life, she had also asked, "When the first two died, I wasn't married into the family. Did you die because of your own bad luck, or was it because of my bad luck?" In this life, Cheng Yanchi woke up seven days earlier. He ran into the back alley of Tangyin Lane, the pomegranate leaves still green, and said only one sentence: "Don't marry into the Chen family." Seven days later, at the mourning hall. Lingheng pushed over the document relinquishing his inheritance rights. She gripped the red-lacquered pen, the shaft digging into her thumb. Then she raised her hand and flung it in another direction. The pen slammed against the offering table, rolled onto the blue bricks, and rang out with a crisp sound. "I won't sign." She slapped Ling Heng three times with her backhand. One slap for herself, one for her father, and one for the Hu family ancestors. Ling Tao stood in front of her, and Cheng Yanchi stood half a step to her side. In the previous life, everyone suffered a tragic end. In this life, from the moment she threw the pen, everyone's fate began to change.

45. 495 神 Mythical Three Kingdoms: From the Start, I Get God-Tier Choices 神话三国：开局获得神级选择 Wenwu Binbin文武彬彬Historical1.0M WordsCompleted During an archaeological expedition, modern young man Lin Yu accidentally transmigrates and wakes up in a tumultuous age from antiquity. Here, alongside the legendary heroes and raging wars of the Three Kingdoms, there are secret arts that let practitioners ride the wind and command thunder and lightning, as well as ancient mythical beasts lurking in deep forests and remote mountains. This is a magnificent Three Kingdoms world where myths become reality! From the start, he finds himself in the b 9Reads—Score—Shelves
46. 496 曝 Exposed: I'm the Doomsday the World Must Seal Away 曝光了，我竟是世界要封印的末日 Iron Body铁身Sci-Fi & Apocalypse725k WordsOngoing In the Falling Rain Realm, consciousness is king. Jiang Ling, the most inconspicuous Memory Purifier in the Lower City, has lived quietly and kept his head down for three years since losing his memory. The power of consciousness that others struggle to wield, he can crush with a casual gesture. The S-rank Memory Implantation Technique that terrifies everyone has no effect on him. The Commission’s elite execution squad is wiped out in a single move. Everyone thinks he’s just a genius who’s good a —Reads—Score—Shelves

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    Highly recommend! It's so good!

47. 497 静 The Prince Jing’s Consort: Master, Save Me 静王妃之师傅救我 Murong Yiyu慕容忆鱼Ancient Romance807k WordsOngoing Originally titled The Princess Consort of Prince Jing, this novel was renamed The Princess Consort of Prince Jing: Master, Save Me in memory of a departed friend. It tells the story of Princess Murong Jingwen of Beiping. After descending from Yuntai Mountain, she misses her chance to marry Lin Yutai and is sent far away to the Chen Kingdom to wed Prince Jing as part of a political alliance. She is abducted along the way, and meets Li Chaoyang, a villager of the Chen Kingdom. Thus begins the stor 63Reads—Score—Shelves

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    Everyone complements each other and helps each other.

48. 498 雷 Raikage Ninja: The Legend of Hoka-i 雷影忍者豪卡伊忍传 Jiang Diaoxue江钓雪Anime Fanfiction163k WordsOngoing Goukai, the younger brother of Darui, the Raikage’s bodyguard, has the same hair color and fair skin. He is a shinobi with Wind, Lightning, Earth, and Water affinities, and the Storm Release Kekkei Genkai. At six, he became Killer B’s apprentice, learning Lightning Release and swordsmanship. He trained hard from a young age, determined to become one of the strongest in the shinobi world. After a series of training journeys and adventures, he eventually gained Sage Mode, Tailed Beast Mode, the Et 420Reads—Score—Shelves

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    You can check out this fanfiction; the plot is pretty good.

49. 499 我 Whoever I Write About Dies: First My Best Friend, Then My Ex-Girlfriend 我写谁谁死，先写好兄弟，再写前女友 Su Le's Little Yellow Flower苏乐的小黄花14k WordsCompleted Whoever I write about dies. First my best friend, then my ex-girlfriend 152Reads—Score—Shelves

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    Both are great books, especially the first three short stories, which can be read quickly and smoothly. 🤗🤗🤗

50. 500 哎 Hey, Hey, Hey, I’m Not Zero! 哎哎哎，我才不是零呢！ A Little Six-One-One一只六一一Two Male Leads219k WordsCompleted [Dual Male Leads + Fantasy + Ensemble Cast] Dual male leads!!! The author has suffered for far too long from the lack of fantasy novels with two male leads!!! So I’m writing one myself for me and fellow fans. Don’t miss it if you happen to come across it!!! I’m on my knees begging all you wonderful readers to give it a patient read. An ensemble story about growing together, working hard to level up and fight monsters, and the hilarious adventures of the seven-member Big Dipper Seven team. Fang Y 60Reads—Score—Shelves

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    Please leave a comment, I'm really tired of writing.

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