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Books by Ningxin Prosperity
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The Heaven-Cursed: From Mortal to Godslayer 天厌者：从凡人到弑神
Lin Yichen was unlucky from the moment he was born. At eighteen, when he should have been reaching the pinnacle of his life by earning the top score in the national exams, a bizarre streak of bad luck left him “settling” for Peking University. Even after earning his master’s degree, he couldn’t escape the misfortune of unemployment. Then, on a pitch-black night, he was strapped to an operating table, a cold blade poised to steal his heart. As death closed in, he plunged into a mysterious void: t
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The Night I Tore Up the Medical Records, Blood Dripped from the Marriage Contract in the Shrine 我撕病历那夜，婚书在神龛流血
Which is real, and which is an illusion? Can you tell the difference? “When I tore up my psychiatric records, the marriage certificate on the shrine began to bleed. They called me a madwoman who killed her father, never knowing that rusted bones could pierce reality. Under the blood moon of the cultivation world, she smiled in her wedding dress from the electric chair: ‘If you tear up the records, who will prove that we were fated to be together in this life?’ Is this world real or false? Only
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Abyssal Arbiter 深渊裁决使
(Superpowers + one female lead + comeback + cultivation + high-powered urban fantasy) (Please don't flame if it's not your thing) In a desperate apocalypse, Su Lin, a poor boy, is forced to embark on the nearly impossible path of becoming an Arbiter to save his gravely ill mother. The bizarre power he awakens by chance turns him into a “vessel” coveted by the wealthy, drawing him into a shocking conspiracy involving “a second life for the rich.” But when he enters a forbidden zone of humanity, t
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The Bone-Eroding River Lantern 蚀骨江灯
Dear readers, please give this novel a chance. It's absolutely worth reading, I promise! “On a rainy night in Shanghai, I took the most painful job of my life: fitting a piece of Xingtian's bone into my sister's bleeding spine.” When the beast's anesthetic needle punched through the marrow-extracting machine at the Spirit-Quelling Bureau, when neon towers were ground to dust beneath the Bone Buddha's hand, when a brother held up Athena's skull and laughed, asking, “How can a mortal spine stand a
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