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Books by 雾风许
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Honghuang: My Tribe Was Slaughtered, and I Awakened as the Human Emperor 洪荒：部落被屠，我觉醒人皇
Xu Fan transmigrates as the young clan leader of the Xiayan Tribe. The moment he opens his eyes, he finds a three-headed red-gold serpent slaughtering his people. Tieshi, a master of the Blood-Exchange Realm, dies in battle, and the tribespeople flee in every direction. Gripping his spear, Xu Fan turns back and roars, “Fight, and we might live!” The Human Emperor System activates on the spot. Amid the chaos of Shennong’s reign, he must carve a path to humanity’s rise from the foot of the Hundred
4kReads—Score212Shelves
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Honghuang: I Formed a Clan with the Ancestral Witches the Moment I Took Shape 洪荒：我刚化形就拉着祖巫立族
Reborn as a Witch Clan foot soldier, I survived the Dragon-Han Tribulation thanks to a survival System. The first thing I did after taking human form was convince the Ancestral Witches to establish a clan. Before Hongjun had even attained the Dao, the Witch Clan was already ruling the primordial world. When Di Jun and Tai Yi first appeared, they were dumbfounded. Did we miss something?
215Reads—Score127Shelves
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Honghuang: From the Start, My Treasure Horde Hunts Down the Demon Clan 洪荒：开局灵宝群，追着杀妖族
Li Changsheng transmigrated as a postcelestial human and was hunted by the demon race. At the brink of death, he swallowed a spiritual root and nearly burst apart! He bound himself to the Primordial Spiritual Treasure chat group, and the Chaos Bead, the Creation Jade Disc, and the God-Slaying Spear all acknowledged him as their master! One moment he was fleeing from the Golden-Winged Great Roc; the next, an Innate Spiritual Treasure smashed into his face. If the demon race dared come after him,
67Reads—Score—Shelves
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I Touched a Living Memory Inside a Memory Crystal 忆晶里我摸到活记忆
At the Ninth Crossing, in the shed by the ferry, Shen Yan sealed away an old man's memory of an infant crying and collected forty yuan. He never used tools. Other people needed a Listen-Lan instrument to peel memories away and seal them inside a crystal, but he only had to listen, then reach in and take them. When he pressed a finger down, gray-white light flowed into the bottle along its cracks. His palm grew hot, so hot it hurt. After the pain came emptiness. The brown, soft-cover notebook lay
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