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  1. The Greatest Hermit Lives in the City, and His Temple Is Worth 300 Million Urban2.4M WordsCompleted 【Slow-paced】【Contest Entry】【Traditional Martial Arts in the City】【Scientific Cultivation】 “Miss! How many times do I have to tell you? I’m not a Taoist priest! I’m not a Taoist priest! I don’t catch ghosts, ward off evil, or read feng shui here!!!” At the entrance to an old Taoist temple that looked completely out of place among the towering buildings of the bustling city, Xu Xing let out a despairing growl. “Sure thing, Taoist Xu! Then tell my fortune!” … … Xu Xing, known by his Taoist name Gao 2.1kReads7.2Score201Shelves
  2. It Makes Sense for Me, a Taoist Priest, to Open a Mecha, Right? Sci-Fi & Apocalypse899k WordsOngoing WastelandRebirthMechaHigh Martial ArtsCultivation Opening your eyes, more than six hundred years have passed. Yaoyuan found out that he was thrown onto an unknown abandoned star... No rescue, no identity. You can only start by picking up rags. Question: How can a 600-year-old antique quickly complete primitive accumulation in the interstellar era? Answer: Of course it is to cultivate immortality... (Slow-paced writing, more than two million completed works, feel free to eat) 1.3kReads—Score115Shelves
  3. Hello Everyone, I Am That Unlucky Robinson Crusoe Urban1.7M WordsOngoing [Hardcore] When a handmade soul-piercing Robinson Crusoe, how can he defeat the savages and survive on a deserted island? How can we protect our islands from the colonial wave? ? Let's see how Lu Bin united in the turbulent age of navigation. 11Reads9.1Score—Shelves
  4. Chu Yun's World Urban78k WordsOngoing The cold sea breeze howled and raged, occasionally mixed with sharp gunshots. The roars of beasts could be heard from time to time in the dark streets, but they were vaguely like human figures. On the rooftop of a high-rise building invaded by the wreckage of a huge passenger plane, a bearded man sat. The man looked at the sinking city below and murmured to himself: "My name is Chu Yun. This is the 361st day that I am trapped in this sandbox world. I am fine, but a little lonely." —Reads5.8Score—Shelves