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Books by 执笔逐梦
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The Lamp Seeker in the Old Alley 旧巷寻灯人
In the narrow alleys of an ancient city, a legend has been passed down: whenever night falls, a dim yellow lantern can be seen wandering through the maze-like lanes. The person carrying it never asks anyone's name and is known only as the "Lantern Seeker." He walks the boundary between yin and yang, ruling over the ghosts in this area and maintaining the delicate balance between the living and the dead. Yet what sets him apart most is his willingness to accept requests from ghosts: to find the
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Sword Emperor of the Nine Heavens 剑帝九霄
Ye Chen, once an Immortal Emperor, used his sword to suppress the Myriad Worlds. But his beloved Mu Qingxue and his close friend Ling Qianjue joined forces to betray him, and his soul was shattered amid the heavenly tribulation. When he opens his eyes, he finds himself reborn as a junior member of a small family in a lower realm, bearing the same name. His family is in decline, his mother has been placed under house arrest, and his only younger sister, Ye Ling'er, possesses the Taiyin Sacred Bod
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The Sword Comes from the West 剑出西来
The world laughs at my leaky dantian, but I wield a sword that can mend the heavens. Ling Xuan was once the most wretched good-for-nothing in the lower realm, until the wooden sword his mother left behind awakened. With a stroke of the sword, I open Heaven's Gate and embark on the path of cultivation. With a slash, I cleave the stars and ascend the ladder to greatness. Across the Myriad Worlds, immortal kings and demon lords are nothing but wisps of souls slain by my sword. When I finally stand
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The Heavenly Coroner 仵作天师
On the seventh day after my grandfather died, I found a yellowed talisman tucked into the forensic notes he left behind. The police were certain it was a fatal heart attack, but in my eyes, the body showed dense, bizarre signs of lividity. When mysteries arise that scientific autopsies cannot explain, I have no choice but to use the Celestial Master techniques my grandfather passed down. The dead never lie; we simply have to learn how to understand what they’re saying.
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