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Honghuang: I'm an Iron-Eating Beast Who Lies Flat His Way to Sainthood 洪荒：我，食铁兽，靠躺平成圣
Gun Gun transmigrates into the first Iron-Eating Beast in the Primordial World and gets bound to the Slacker System: lie around to increase his magical power, roll over to strengthen his primordial spirit. Houtu forces him to refine blood essence and practice the Wu scriptures, but after three hundred years, he has not even made a start. The blood essence of the Ancestral Witches reeks so badly he can't bring himself to taste it. Crouching in a corner, he mutters, "How about... you let me have a
51Reads—Score107Shelves
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Honghuang: From the Start, I Have the Twelve-Petal Creation Green Lotus 洪荒：开局十二品造化青莲
Ye Qin transmigrated to the dawn of creation and became a seed of the Chaos Green Lotus. After a hundred thousand years of arduous cultivation, he grew into a twelfth-grade Creation Green Lotus! Pangu transformed into all things, while the Three Pure Ones and Twelve Ancestral Witches had yet to be born. Before Hongjun became a sage, Ye Qin would be the first to take human form and claim every Innate Spiritual Treasure for himself!
30Reads—Score—Shelves
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Honghuang: I Prove the Dao by Drinking, and the Sages Panic 洪荒：我靠喝酒证道，圣人急了
Gu Changqing drank freely in front of everyone while a sage was preaching, and all the disciples of the sect thought he was a good-for-nothing. But drinking was how he cultivated, and after 2,000 years of drinking, he reached the Daluo Golden Immortal realm. Saint Tongtian opened his eyes. “Changqing, did that sip of yours disrupt my Daoist music?” Gu Changqing shook his empty wine jar. “Master, bring me another jar. I might even drink you a sagehood.”
8Reads—Score—Shelves
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Three Soul-Suppressing Nails in My Back on the Executioner's Platform 刑台上我背上三根镇魂钉
On the execution platform at Xishikou, Lu Chen takes the blame for Shen Zhou. Liu Qiniang of the entertainment quarters died in the west wing of the Shen residence. The knife bears his fingerprints, and the account book is in his handwriting. Shen Zhenglan says that only what everyone can see is real. As Lu Chen crouches to close Liu Qiniang’s eyes, he hooks a jade-inlaid cufflink from her sleeve. White mutton-fat jade wrapped in three rings of gold wire: one of the pair Shen Zhou bought at the
6Reads—Score—Shelves