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  1. Chronicles of Demon Suppression in the Long River 长河镇妖录 Mystery273k WordsOngoing At the Yangtze River’s “Yin-Yang Crossing,” an iron rhinoceros weeps blood in the dead of night. Scarlet grains of sand, entangled with human bones, rise to the surface and reveal the secret of a century-old human sacrifice. In the ninth year of the Tongzhi reign, the River Guardian’s Chief Inspector drove his own son into sunken timber to end the flooding, creating the curse of “sacrificing the river with pure-blood descendants.” A century later, sand diver Chen Tieshan discovers that the blood 1Reads—Score—Shelves
  2. Silver Boat on a Sea of Ashes 烬海银舟 6k WordsCompleted Silver Boat on a Sea of Ashes —Reads8.6Score—Shelves
  3. The Cold Gleam of the Yu Cauldron: Yan Chixia's Demon-Subduing Tale in Qilian Town 禹鼎寒光录——燕赤霞祁连镇魔记 15k WordsCompleted The Record of Yu Ding’s Chilling Light: Yan Chixia’s Battle Against Demons in Qilian Town —Reads8.5Score—Shelves
  4. Chronicles of Golden Palace Talismans and Swords 金阙符剑录 Eastern Fantasy374k WordsOngoing During the chaos of the Five Barbarians, a blood-red mystic talisman appeared in the snowy reaches of Yin Mountain. Celestial Master Yan Chixia followed its trail, only to become embroiled in a shocking mystery spanning the realms of life and death Why do Buddhist monks skin people and make elixirs in the dead of night? A merchant caravan perishes in Hexi, its corpses crawling with secret mantras written in Sanskrit. The bodhisattvas in the murals of Longmen’s Thousand Buddha Grotto lower their —Reads—Score—Shelves
  5. I, the Lone Star of Calamity, Remade Three Hundred Years of the Northern Song 我以天煞孤星爆改北宋三百年 Historical48k WordsOngoing That year, I was a prisoner in the Taihang Mountains, and my chains were colder than my mother-in-law’s heart. The hapless emperor Chai Rong showed up at my door with a barrel of gunpowder, insisting that my family’s ancestral Seven-Star Lamp could pay his electric bill. I had to extend his life by three months, and the price was going blind on the spot. Only later did I learn that being an imperial power bank was the fate of the descendants of Guiguzi, just as a donkey is destined to turn a mil —Reads—Score—Shelves