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Books by 白天不敢说的话
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Honghuang: A Century of Settlements, a Creation Sword as My Starting Reward 洪荒：百年结算，开局奖励开天剑
Li Xuanxiao transmigrates into the Jie Sect as a registered disciple. After a hundred years of bitter cultivation, he still hasn't even reached Earth Immortal! Then an ancient mirror awakens, granting him three sacred-grade rewards every hundred years: the first wisp of sword qi from the creation of the world, a Wind-Thunder Immortal Apricot, and a Wind-Thunder Meditation Cushion! From today on, he's going to make Sect Master Tongtian take him as a personal disciple!
338Reads—Score114Shelves
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Abandoned at a Hundred, I Turn Around and Inherit a Hundred Billion 百岁被弃，我反手继承千亿
On his hundredth birthday, Lin Zhendong was thrown into a death cave by his adopted son and daughter, who then turned on each other over the tens of millions in demolition compensation. His daughter-in-law risked her life to go up the mountain and save him, only to discover Lin Zhendong’s true identity: the secret heir an international conglomerate had been searching for for decades. The entire hundred-billion fortune belonged to him alone.
16Reads—Score139Shelves
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The Kiln Cracked Before My Brand Was Set, So I Mended the Heavens with My Bare Hands 烙籍前炉裂了我徒手补天
The branding iron on the Burning Ledger Platform hovered three inches from Shen Yan's forehead. The iron plate glowed red, ready to burn a nameless mark into his skin. More than three hundred furnace workers stood below, silent, as a gray-robed clerk read aloud the material requisition slip from seven years ago. Signed by Shen Yan. All twenty-seven people on the roster had gone into the furnace. He admitted that the names were there because he'd signed the paper. Just as the heat was about to st
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On Tide Tax Day, I Fudged the Books 潮税日我勾一笔账
Halfway through the clatter of abacuses on Tide Tax Day, Luo Chen said the salt tax was short by 1,200 taels. Xue Laoliu told him to stop talking nonsense. Luo Chen replied that the receipt for the spring salt tax showed 1,080 taels deposited in the treasury, and that the missing twenty percent wasn't lost to spoilage. It had been siphoned off. Shen Moyuan brought over documents altering the official accounts and told him to press his fingerprint onto them. Luo Chen looked first at the paper, th
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