Looking for Ensemble-Cast Stories Where the Leads and Supporting Characters Share the Spotlight

151 穿 No One Knows Arrogance Better Than Me Chenchen BabyAncient Romance984k WordsCompleted 53.3kReads9.3Score7kShelves

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They all seem to be cultivators, and they all look pretty. Highly recommended.

153 羽 Yuren: Strange Things in Ailao Wolf Tail FernMystery117k WordsCompleted 222Reads8.2Score—Shelves

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This book is really beautiful

154 默 Silent Century Outperform Old LobsterUrban285k WordsOngoing 7Reads—Score—Shelves

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This book is a must-read. It is a passionate and intelligent group portrait + a rare sound control theme. It is so innovative. The protagonist relies on sound perception to respond across time and space. The setting is advanced and unique. In the early stage, they fought on their own, but in the later stage, they gathered the "Avengers" and the psychic calico cats to break the situation side by side and fight against the villains. What impressed me most is that all the characters are very three-dimensional. The protagonist is wise and courageous without being suspended, and the villain is not a tool. He has a complete background and motivation. There are so many tender details hidden in the passionate plot, the reversal rhythm is relaxed and stunning, and the plot in the later stage is full of tension when time and space intersect and they join forces for a decisive battle. It's not cliche, not bloody, and the more you read it, the more you become addicted to it. The author @ run ying lobster's writing style is very good, and it is absolutely rare to have a good work with both plot and visual sense!

155 羽 Feathered into Non-Immortal Tangtang Doesn't SleepCultivation617k WordsOngoing 2.7kReads5.8Score312Shelves

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"But what the sect gave you was earthly silver instead of spiritual stones for cultivating immortals! The sect never treated you as a cultivator of immortals!" The protagonist exposed the lies she had been telling herself and others. At that moment, she fell silent. [The masterpiece of bird food][The masterpiece of bird food]

156 言 Follow Your Words Tangtang Doesn't Sleep37k WordsCompleted 857Reads8.6Score—Shelves

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"Am I a bad person because my golden elixir is an insect egg? Shouldn't good or bad behavior be judged by behavior?!" The righteous monks were hysterical, but the demonic monks around them just said lightly: "Insects can confuse people's hearts." [Love]

157 雪 Snow Embers Beacon Smoke Xiao Xiaozi1.2M WordsOngoing 62Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Do you want to watch Shuangnan Spy Game?

158 杜 Du Yizhuan White Fox Is Also a FoxEastern Fantasy525k WordsOngoing 2Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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A group portrait, everyone is the protagonist

160 末 Countdown to Doomsday: How Did the Heroine Become a Fairy? Kan XinqingModern Romance306k WordsCompleted 21Reads—Score—Shelves

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The heroine is a modern cultivator of immortality, a passionate group portrait! ! !

161 我 I Really Don't Want to Be an Official Immortal WindMartial Arts442k WordsOngoing 334Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Hello everyone, I would like to recommend this book. If you are interested in Tang Dynasty and martial arts, you can read it. The two female protagonists do not have many emotional lines at the beginning. They focus on investigating cases, many CPs, and partial group portraits. There is Wu Zetian and Li Zhi as CPs. The two protagonists are the traumatized Big Ice Cube and the crazy pursuit of the little sun.

162 规 Rule Mastery Poor Monk Jinshan Temple FahaiUrban579k WordsOngoing 27Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Group portraits, ghost hunting in Maoshan, novels about cultivating immortals, both civil and military talents, and the fireworks of the world. Thank you for your support.

163 枯 The Withered Lamp Is Rekindled, and the Rose from Prison Returns NonsenseModern Romance616k WordsCompleted 30Reads8.2Score—Shelves

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The author's group portrait is very impressive

165 和 Travel to Another World with Your Mortal Enemy No Extra Charge for Adding WaterAncient Romance153k WordsOngoing 3Reads—Score—Shelves

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Each character has a character arc and personality, a group of cultivators, a wooden heroine x a loyal dog hero with low self-esteem

166 荒 Dream of Wasteland Flowers Flower Girl HeartsModern Romance1.6M WordsCompleted 8Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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A group portrait novel with a wonderful plot and complex and subtle relationships between characters. The storyline is unconventional.

167 墨 Black Moon Halberd: Love and Enmity in the Western Regions White Water Rice DumplingAncient Romance1.2M WordsCompleted 50Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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[The Machiavellian Group Portraits, Completed] The ups and downs of the weak defeating the strong, the fetters of the past and present, leaving behind a slightly regretful perfection - How can young men and women in a small country on the Silk Road fight against the iron hoof of the Huns without using tactics and the power of the Han Dynasty?

168 无 Unlimited Copies? I Will Lead the Whole Team to Become Gods BANHE Half GrassMystery242k WordsOngoing 1.1kReads5.8Score246Shelves

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Infinite stream group portrait, three women and three men

169 魔 Book of Magic Troubadour SaddlebringerEastern Fantasy387k WordsCompleted 252Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Group portrait 2.5 Open

170 天 Tianzhizuo The Laughing RobinUrban475k WordsOngoing 397Reads—Score—Shelves

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Group portrait, group portrait or group portrait

171 刀 Sword Demon Yu WujiEastern Fantasy788k WordsOngoing 270Reads—Score—Shelves

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A good martial arts drama with a rich storyline.

172 小 Little Princess, She Always Wants to Tear Me Down Small ReasonMystery337k WordsCompleted 402Reads6.3Score101Shelves

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Ancient Chinese detective novels + group portrait detectives

176 少 Young Kingo Guard Xiao YilianMartial Arts715k WordsCompleted 13Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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A group portrait, but it shouldn't be considered a 50/50 split.

179 蝶 Butterfly Spy Network The Net Is Like ThisUrban465k WordsCompleted 16kReads9.3Score1.8kShelves

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This novel is good

181 宁 Ning Yan, Si Chen Having Books Makes You RichHistorical150k WordsOngoing 316Reads—Score—Shelves

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The group is plotting, the protagonist is decisive in killing, the supporting characters are not wise, the plot is to rely on a lonely person + party struggle + expand the territory + redress old cases + counter-espionage, also known as "After accidentally entering the Tianjia, I discovered that I am the Tianjia"

182 荆 The Wind in Jingdu Awaits the Rain Rain Falls on JingduHistorical1.8M WordsOngoing 938Reads5.8Score125Shelves

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Highly recommended! Great ensemble drama! Everyone is their own protagonist!

183 家 Family Cultivation: Beginning with Time Travel and Becoming a Magic Rope I'm Picking up Stars in the Milky WayCultivation304k WordsOngoing 3Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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There is no heroine, no ambiguity, decisive killing, family flow, pseudo-group portrait, the protagonist's IQ is online behind the scenes, and he can temporarily win over others to help, the second male has seven attribute qualifications, mortal flow, slow to upgrade

184 嘉 Jiazhou Era Send My Condolences to the Original PosterUrban353k WordsOngoing —Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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This book is definitely a group portrait. Judging from the current plot, it should be a group of protagonists. I don't know if anyone can accept this setting.

185 叶 Leaves Fall Hua ZhizuiFantastical Romance960k WordsOngoing 54Reads—Score—Shelves

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Group portrait, cultivating immortality, multiple male protagonists,

186 穿 Traveling Through the Southern and Northern Dynasties: Re-Illuminating the Journey of King Gao and His Thousands of Horses CyanedgeHistorical698k WordsOngoing 505Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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[Eat melon][eat melon]

188 女 A Woman Wears a Man's Clothes, the Concubine's Counterattack Liu JilianAncient Romance978k WordsOngoing 49.7kReads8.3Score6kShelves

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This one is too

189 三 Three Lines of Reincarnation: Going West Against the Bones Wolf Tail FernMystery175k WordsCompleted 200Reads8.3Score—Shelves

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Group portrait I actually think the villain is more attractive

190 魔 His Highness the Demon Realm Specializes in Collecting Scraps to Unify the Two Realms of Gods and Demons. Kissing Fish ZyxEastern Fantasy1.1M WordsCompleted 68Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Generally speaking, the male protagonist will definitely be a little more dominant. When the male protagonist is removed from the other sub-heroines, the sub-male protagonists are almost 50-50 split.

192 剑 Sword Cultivator Genius Development Plan Steamed Sister Dreamed of CryingFantastical Romance95k WordsOngoing 464Reads—Score—Shelves

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Swipe until don't cross it away! The cp-less heroine is raised as a fairy, raised from a crying baby, born in a mass grave, and fights her way through the world with swordsmanship. Only her master and his wife have an emotional connection.

193 假 The Illusion of Bloodshed, the Two Heroes Broke the Illusion of Life and Death with One Sword Luchen XinyiEastern Fantasy353k WordsOngoing 125Reads—Score—Shelves

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Recommended treasures for new books, the group portraits in the back are getting more and more exciting, it's not a loss if you join the trap, new books will help you!

194 花 Flowers Bloom in the Wind Posture BurgerModern Romance605k WordsCompleted 204Reads8.1Score—Shelves

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Focusing on the ten-year transformation of five medical students from campus to society. How do they find the courage to love and the reconciliation of growth between the impermanence of life and the calmness of medicine? A story about choice, cost and forgiveness. An elegy dedicated to all youth who grow up between ideals and reality.

195 冥 The Snow Girl from the Underworld Enters Nirvana and Enters the Mortal World Simple Old SixFantastical Romance230k WordsOngoing 12Reads—Score—Shelves

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Modern fantasy fantasy group portrait article, less emotion and more fighting

196 生 Survival Game, I Am the Boss's Golden Finger Happy to Hear the Blessings of FlowersSci-Fi & Apocalypse2.4M WordsOngoing 9.8kReads8.6Score957Shelves

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Completely consistent, group portrait, all protagonists, no rebirth and time travel.

197 初 First Return Mo YimaMystery442k WordsOngoing 27Reads—Score—Shelves

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But at that moment, He Xi suddenly fainted. "Xiao Xi, stop making trouble. I won't laugh at you anymore. You don't need to pretend to be faint." But after squatting and poking the other person's face several times to no avail, Huaiyin tried to connect the mental signature, and she realized that something seemed to be wrong. Nervously, she knelt down and sniffed the other person's breath. She felt relieved when she felt the warm breath on her hand. Touching her forehead, "I don't have a fever either." "Is the paper man breathing?" Huaiyin soon stopped worrying about this question, "The ground should be very cold, maybe he could catch a cold." Being an action person, she quickly instinctively moved the patient back to the bed. "It's okay to squeeze into one bed." But seeing the poor little girl in the glass cover in front of her, she felt very hesitant as she was about to occupy the magpie's nest. Even though the deceased was the oldest, she kowtowed several times reverently: "I'm sorry for occupying your quilt." Then she put He Xi into the glass cover and covered him with the quilt. "Um... It looks a bit like a coffin." He was in a coma. The night was low, and the sky was very close, as if it was hanging above our heads. He Xi ran away among the rocks. She didn't know why she was running, was she trying to get away from something? She doesn't know. There are mountains on all sides. There are cascading peaks and ridges, huge ravines, uprooted cliffs and bottomless valleys. The black shadow of the mountain spread in all directions until the line of sight was exhausted. The sky is low and closely connected with the continuous mountain tops, and there is almost no gap between the sky and the earth. The wind travels through thousands of valleys, making a dull echo. There is just a narrow rocky road under your feet. Beside you is a vast valley, the dark bottom of which is hidden in darkness. Looking up, we see the impending dark night; looking around, we see boundless mountains and valleys. While running around, I only feel that I am insignificant. The mountains have remained motionless forever, and the sky is heavy and heavy. Between these vast mountains, there is a small house standing on a recessed slope. The walls of the house are made of crude adobe, the roof is covered with withered thatch, and the corners are torn to pieces by the mountain wind. There was no window lattice, just a small hole cut into the wall. It was pitch black and there was no light at all. The door was made of rotten wooden boards, ajar, with heavy shadows leaking from the cracks. The hut is embedded alone in a mountain col, surrounded by steep ravine walls and surrounded by huge mountains. Compared to the surrounding mountains and ravines that stretched across the sky and the earth, this room was as small as a fragment left in the cracks of the rocks. As he ran closer, the gravel crackled under his feet. There was only the sound of the mountain wind blowing across the valley. The hut was deathly silent, and it was impossible to tell whether there was anyone inside. A low canopy hangs above its head, and behind it is a bottomless mountain ravine. The entire hut hangs alone in the gap between the majestic mountains and rivers, and it is all rough and vast. The majestic scenery did not let his thoughts fly, and the cramped world made He Xi feel a little breathless. The mood was very low. On the gravel road leading to the hut, He Xi felt lost. Where did that feeling come from? Is it from the road between the rice fields and the setting sun going down the telephone poles? Is it because the rapeseed flowers are blooming, and the summer heat is beginning to subside, and the road to school begins to be bustling? Or is it because the heavy rain is about to come, warming yourself by the fire in the firewood room, holding a supermarket promotion poster and talking about what you will buy if you have money, watching the raindrops outside with your grandma, your face is warm? Maybe it's because the sky today is still the same as that night ten years ago that makes me feel so emotional. Feeling frustrated for no reason, she squatted on the wall of the hut. The thatched roof of the hut was blown by the wind, making a small rustling sound. He Xi just huddled against the wall, his consciousness gradually becoming hazy. The surrounding mountain shadows began to shake slightly, and the darkness of the huge ravine seemed to slowly flow towards her. Those thoughts about the past faded away little by little, leaving only boundless fatigue spreading over her limbs and bones. In the illusion, she did not call for help, nor did she struggle. She just squatted there quietly, letting the loneliness of the mountains wrap around her. Outside the glass cover, Huaiyin was still pacing back and forth. From time to time, she peeked into the hood and saw He Xi lying motionless, her brows slightly furrowed, as if she was experiencing a difficult dream. "How can a [Zhi Mu] bear the negative emotions of []?" Yue Yue was obviously not optimistic. "They will find a way, we all believe it, because of [Chu Fu]." There was nothing in the woman's expression. "Are you really sure?" Yue Yue's face was obviously not satisfied with this answer. "You also said that last time, you actually said that [Du Ling] level [Immortal Obsessive] was a [Heshan] level. Such low-level mistakes will be made." "Maybe I am drunk." The woman obviously did not want to argue, and fell asleep guarding the tower. "It's really..." The man didn't know what to say at all. He tilted his head lazily, and the full moon moved diagonally toward the sky in the direction he turned his head. The silvery moonlight shifted accordingly, and the large shadows cast by the mountains and ravines slowly moved across the ground. "Tough talk." The woman didn't know whether she was talking while drinking or in her sleep. The moon glanced back and dimmed. "I just want to find my amulet, the amulet..." He Xi muttered. "Is that thing made of straw and cloth so important?" The man sighed, "It seems the situation is worse if you intervene." "Will you die like this again?" The man looked at the scene in front of him. He Xi was motionless, everything around him seemed to have disappeared, there was only a piece of grass, a sun that was about to set, and the crawling ants. "Before, what you lost was flesh and blood, which could still give birth to the next life. Now that you are only a paper shell, what else do you have to lose?" The moon is about to set, and when the sun rises again, there will be nothing left here. The moon turned its back to the sun's light, just like he turned his back to her and bowed his head. But there is a mirror left there. Something was reflected in the mirror, a beam of light was reflected, and it was as white as the sky being covered with a piece of paper. "When did I keep it? I can't remember clearly." Yue Yue was still very curious about this turn of events. He figured it out quickly. "Then the couple became their daughter's "gods who should have arrived ten years ago." Sure enough, along with the sound of steam, there appeared to be a black and red phantom on the mirror. "It's a pity that I didn't see your parents and grandparents, so I left here in a daze." Just when the moon was about to leave. The sun seems to have gone around a few times, the wild grass in the mountains has grown longer and longer, and the plain where it started has returned to the previous scene. It's like... When did the sound of rain come? Always there? Or did it come from far away? The moon saw that He Xi had stood up at some point and opened the door. What was inside the door? The moon is not visible. "It's a strange thing. Normally..." Soon he began to doubt whether God really existed. "Is there really a god?" The door shaft creaked like rotten wood, and He Xi slowly pushed it open. The heavy mountain wind outside the house suddenly stopped, and the roaring echoes in the valley disappeared. There was no darkness as expected, nor the cold musty smell of adobe. A ray of warm and soft skylight passed through the threshold and flowed into this small room. There were no tables, chairs, or furnishings in the room, just a hazy and soft halo. In the halo, four familiar figures stood there quietly. It's her parents and grandparents. Grandpa and grandma squatted down first. The way she remembered it, her knees were bent and her arms were spread out, forming a circle that she had recognized since she was a child. People's taste memory will last for a long time, it is the smell of soap locust and firewood. Her father also squatted down on her left side, and her mother stood on her right side, with her arms also open. None of them spoke. All smiling. He Xi walked over. One step, then another, light and unreal, and then she started running. She rushed over, but found nothing. She missed. My face hit a piece of cool light. There was no warmth, no roughness of the cloth gown, and no smell of firewood. With her arms folded, there was only a pile of hay that was not yet wet, and the candle illuminated her face. She raised her head. Grandma was still squatting there, her arms still open, and the smile still hanging on her face. But the spot she passed through was getting lighter little by little, like a drop of ink falling into water and being slowly washed away by something. He Xi reached out to grab it. What you catch is a ray of light. Light leaked through her fingers, like water that couldn't be caught. Father's shoulder was gone first. Mother's hand is gone. Grandma left last. When they left, her crouched posture remained unchanged, her open-arm posture remained unchanged, and her smile remained unchanged - she just kept opening her arms and smiling until there was no trace left. He Xi knelt in the empty light. Her arms were still in a hugging position. There is nothing in my arms. Only then did she understand. They weren't here to hold her. Let her pounce again. Like the first time. Only for the first time, she was held. This time there was no amulet hanging on my body, but something seemed to be missing. Behind him, the mountain wind roared back, the dull whistling sounded again in the thousands of valleys, and the black shadows of the mountains once again pressed down. The decayed wooden door cut off the brief encounter with a "clang" sound. Inside the glass cover, the sleepy He Xi's eyelashes trembled crazily, and two lines of clear tears slowly slid down her paper cheeks, soaking the quilt underneath her. "I didn't even say goodbye." He murmured in a low voice, and the moonlight dimmed slightly. "It turns out that the most hurtful thing is that I didn't even have time to say goodbye."

198 她 She Broke the Seal and Became a God, and All the Wolves Knelt Down and Wept. South Star Writes Stories41k WordsCompleted 2Reads8.5Score—Shelves

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When he was five years old, he swore an oath in the temple: to protect the descendants of the goddess throughout his life. Then the memory was sealed. He just remembered that he couldn't let her die, but he didn't know why. Twelve years. # Wilderness recommendation #guardian #amnesia setting

199 修 Number One in the World of Cultivation? Fake, She Is a Substitute for Heaven Yu ShiFantastical Romance358k WordsOngoing 57Reads5.8Score—Shelves

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Recommended, recommended, no CP, micro group portrait, genius group

200 匹 A Common Man Arrives QianxiaoUrban2.4M WordsCompleted 110.6kReads9.4Score11.7kShelves

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1. Calabash Baby and Big White Face 2. The time traveler and the protagonist of the original world 3. Each of the protagonists has its own charm and it is a series 4. You can tell from the title of the book that there are three spiritual roots, which is super interesting