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  1. Medicine and Poison Rule the World 药毒天下 Maoming's Little Writing Whiz茂名写作小能手Ancient Romance382k WordsCompleted The heroine, Lin Zhaoning, was a doctoral expert in toxicology and pharmacology in her previous life. After her best friend and husband conspired to kill her, she was reborn as the legitimate daughter of the ancient Lin family of apothecaries, who had been driven from her home. Armed with all her pharmaceutical knowledge from her previous life, she enters a world where medicine is backward and poisons run rampant. Using poison as her weapon and medicine as her means, she carves out a path of rev 101Reads—Score—Shelves
  2. The Heart of the Evening Breeze 晚风心 Maoming's Little Writing Whiz茂名写作小能手Modern Romance151k WordsCompleted Three years ago, Shen Wanzhi gave up her heart to save the woman her beloved held dear, only to perish in a fire, leaving no remains behind. Three years later, she returns as an internationally renowned perfumer, only to discover that another woman is buried in what used to be her “grave.” —Reads—Score—Shelves
  3. How a Gap in Knowledge Upended Great Qin 认知差颠覆大秦 Maoming's Little Writing Whiz茂名写作小能手Historical314k WordsOngoing The moment I opened my eyes, I had become a captured enemy soldier on Qin's border. To save my life, I pulled out my phone and showed them a "future marvel," claiming I could predict the will of Heaven. Qin Shi Huang looked at the shifting rain clouds on the satellite map and scoffed. "Stop your charlatanry. Take him away and behead him." Then, seven days later, rain poured down on Guanzhong, which had suffered three years of drought. Amid the torrential rain, the king suddenly remembered my cal —Reads—Score—Shelves
  4. Rising to the Top of the Jianghu in '95 九五江湖上位 Maoming's Little Writing Whiz茂名写作小能手Urban233k WordsOngoing Night falls, and the lights of Victoria Harbour come on one by one, dyeing the water a shimmering gold. But deep inside Kowloon Walled City, there isn’t a single proper streetlamp. Zhou Quan squats in a cramped stairwell, clutching half a stale pineapple bun and washing it down with a bottle of flat Vita Soy for dinner. The corridor reeks of a mixture of damp, mold, and the bitter Chinese herbs simmering next door. Together, these smells make up the air he has known for eighteen years, so famili —Reads—Score—Shelves