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Books by 石间客半仙
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The Cultivator Clan: The Good-for-Nothing Patriarch Calls the Shots 修仙家族,废柴家主说了算
Jiang Yue had lost her spiritual root and all her cultivation, yet she accepted the Black Iron Token, symbol of the family head’s authority. Her clan was on the brink of ruin, surrounded by enemies, and everyone was waiting to see how this “good-for-nothing” would bring the family’s last holdings to ruin. No one knew that an ancient power lay dormant within the token. And no one paid attention to the two seemingly ordinary children by her side: her frail, sickly eldest son, and her second son,
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Urban Divine Doctor: From the Start, I Obtain Peerless Medical Skills 都市神医:开局获得绝世医
After years of arduous cultivation deep in the mountains, Lin Chen unexpectedly awakened the Divine Healer System and unlocked an unparalleled ancient medical classic from the start. His acupuncture can bridge life and death, his remedies cure every illness, and he resolves even the most baffling conditions with ease. Those who once looked down on him and mocked him now all bow their heads and curry favor. The wealthy and powerful clamor at his door for treatment, while influential figures from
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I Read Feng Shui in the City, and All My Clients Are Top-Tier Big Shots 我在都市看风水客户都是顶级大
(This book is complete) You can check out my new book, The Good-for-Nothing Clan Patriarch Calls the Shots Lu Yuan was once a workaholic immortal in the celestial realm, specializing in divining the secrets of fate. After failing his tribulation, he transmigrated into the modern city as the bankrupt owner of a feng shui shop, buried in 200,000 yuan of debt and bombarded with calls from predatory lenders. He had planned to lie flat, but soon discovered that the wealthy and powerful here were path
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The Humble Keeper: From the Start, I Offered a Blood Sacrifice to Suppress Hell 守拙人开局血祭镇地狱
I’m Lin Yan, a scrap collector on West Street in Luoyang. Then I bought a porcelain pillow for three hundred yuan and, using my family’s heirloom Martial Arts Eye, saw the rusted sword inside it, along with a blood-soaked tale from the martial world. It wasn’t until Night Owl broke down my door that I learned I was the last heir of the Shouzhuo lineage. My grandfather died guarding the gates of hell, and my parents were trapped in the secret realm of Dunhuang. My grandmaster uncle, “Shopkeeper,”
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