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Dual Cultivation Will Make You Stronger. What the Hell Is a Single Person Dual Cultivation?
[Fantasy, relaxing, funny, system, refreshing article, break-up flow, dual cultivation] Traveling through the fantasy world, Bai Yu thought he could marry Bai Fumei and reach the pinnacle of life. Unexpectedly, it started out like a classic break-up of an engagement, with his fiancée stepping on the auspicious clouds to break off the engagement, and mocking him for not making any progress in his six years of cultivation. What's even worse is that the "grandpa" hanging around his neck turned ou
454Reads—Score104Shelves
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Global Class Change: From the Start, I Have a Build Driver
【Kamen Rider + Tokusatsu + Single Heroine + Invincible Hero Who Never Takes a Beating】 In this era, people can only change classes when they turn eighteen. Bai Yu is an ordinary transmigrator, except unlike other transmigrators, this isn’t his first time. “An Armorer again?” “Ah, whatever! I’m here now, so I might as well have some fun!” Bai Yu says. “System, give me a belt.” 【RABBIT!】 【TANK!】 【BEST MATCH!】 “Ah, I was invincible to begin with…” “System, I’m tired of Build. Give me a few strong
277Reads—Score—Shelves
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Fantasy: the Leader of the Demon Cult Starts at the Beginning! Invincible in the Civil War!
Sect style, apprenticeship, system, decisive in killing but not bloodthirsty, Li Zhi traveled to a fantasy world and had average talent. He barely managed to reach the level of foundation building and found a position as a handyman disciple in the Immortal Sect. He thought this would be the end of his life. Until one day, when he was assigned to work as an undercover agent in another sect, the system suddenly came to him. He directly made himself the leader of the demon sect that he was supposed
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This Taoist Priest Is a Little Crazy
My name is Zhang Qingxiao, the last successor of Longhu Mountain. Before my master passed away, he urged me to temper my heart in the mortal world. So I took a sack of old talisman paper and, dressed in a Daoist robe that was falling apart, made my way into the big city. The neighbors all thought I’d escaped from a mental hospital. That is, until a haunted house hit the news and a million-follower influencer’s livestream went spectacularly wrong. I quietly pulled out a half-used cinnabar brus
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