Fanqie catalogue
Books by Crab Isn't Meat
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From the Fanqie books we index, matched on the author's name.
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I Transmigrated to the Cultivation World, and the System Forces Me to Work 996 穿越到修仙界，系统逼我996
Jiang Chen is transported into a feel-good cultivation novel as its male lead, ready to make his mark, only to be forcibly bound by the Heavenly Dao System: "996 Blessings Cultivation Mode activated!" Tribulations arrive late and leave early, heart demons fail their KPI assessments, and even fated opportunities require an appointment? Jiang Chen angrily flips the table. "I want to file a complaint!" The new Heavenly Dao replies coldly, "Complaint rejected. The Host shows signs of cultivating wit
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Xiao Jue on the Path of Demons 魔途萧绝
Xiao Jue was cast aside by an assassin organization, but his “Spirit-Devouring Demon Physique” caught the eye of a demonic cultivator. After joining the demon sect, he honed his demonic arts through slaughter and became renowned for his lightning-fast movement technique, “Shadowless.” While carrying out a mission for the sect, he discovered that the organization was colluding with the righteous sects. He broke away from the demon sect and set out alone, using demonic arts to uphold justice and f
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I Married the Heavenly Dao to Stay Alive 我为活命嫁给天道
I transmigrated into a cultivation novel as a disposable cauldron, destined to be drained to death by the Demon Venerable in three days. The System told me to save myself, saying I could sell my body to the Heavenly Dao. But the Heavenly Dao was a sickly, twisted lunatic who hadn't been in love for ten thousand years. He sealed my cultivation and forced me to tell him I loved him every day. To stay alive, I put up with it, diligently acting the part and praising his peerless good looks every day
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Shocking! The New Campus Belle Is Actually My Bro 震惊！新生校花竟是我兄弟
[School Life + Everyday Life + Romance + Esports + One Female Lead] The June breeze, carrying the sound of cicadas, slammed against the classroom windows. On the back wall of Senior Class 2, the countdown had been circled in red: 1. Chalk dust drifted through the slanting sunlight, as if pinning all the summer heat to this final lesson. Su Feng draped his school jacket over his shoulder, his fingers repeatedly rubbing the sheet of paper folded into thirds in his pocket. It was the confession let
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