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Reborn as a Patrolman: I Can See Resentment 重生当巡卒：我能看见怨气
Xiao Yan, the Spirit Venerable of the Spirit Realm, was surrounded and hunted by Dao Venerable Cangwu. His remnant soul was sealed inside the Guixu Jade for three hundred years. Three hundred years later, he was reborn in the mortal realm's Qingshi Town as the third son of the Shen family, who had just been poisoned to death. Though his cultivation was only at the first layer of Qi Refining, his left eye could see the trails of resentment. To return to the Spirit Realm and take revenge, he joine
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My Defective Teammates Are All Max-Level Powerhouses 我的残次品队友全是满级大佬
After transmigrating to the cultivation world, Lin Mo activates the System. A down-and-out sword cultivator. An alchemist plagued by pill toxicity. A useless fatty with all five spiritual roots. And a dull, bookish scholar who sweeps the scripture pavilion. Looking at this ragtag crew, Lin Mo figures he’s probably the most miserable Host in history. And from the moment he activates the System, a pair of eyes watches him from the shadows. Want to know how he eventually makes it through? Read the
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A Servant of the Hehuan Sect Is More Powerful Than the Sect Master 合欢宗杂役比宗主还厉害
A servant of the Hehuan Sect is more powerful than its Sect Master
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Dinner with My Father-in-Law, While I See My Wife Cheating Through the Window 陪岳父吃饭，隔窗看见妻子出轨
Having dinner with his father-in-law, he spots his wife cheating through the window
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The Rich Big Shot Pretending to Be Poor, Whom I Mistook for a Scammer 装穷大佬，被我当成了骗子
A tycoon pretending to be poor, mistaken by me for a con artist
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My Senior Sister Has My Back, but I’m Invincible Thanks to an Ancient Legacy 师姐护短：但我靠上古传承无敌
He had once been the lowliest menial in the Qingyun Sect, a good-for-nothing with five spiritual roots whom anyone could bully. Until one day, as he knelt in the mud, about to draw his last breath, a cool, distant figure stepped in front of him. “He’s mine. Who dares touch him again?” Wen Qingxuan, the head of the inner sect, wore spotless white robes and gently brought a pill to his lips. From that moment on, the young man whom everyone had trampled into the dirt had a powerful protector no
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