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Books by The Silent Zen of Clear Winds
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Building Infrastructure in a Cultivation Sect 我在修仙宗门搞基建
The once-mighty Qingyun Sect has fallen into ruin. A thousand years ago, it enjoyed a brief golden age, then rapidly declined after an unknown upheaval. Now all that remains is a dilapidated main peak with scant spiritual energy, a few acres of barren spirit fields that yield little, an old sect master in the twilight of his life, a kindhearted but unremarkable registered disciple, and mountains of debt. The sect's remote home is short on spiritual energy and little more than a name, completely
139Reads—Score—Shelves
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Great Ming: From the Start, I Touch a Broken Arrow and Reveal the Future to Zhu Yuanzhang 大明：开局触摸断箭，剧透朱元璋
When he wakes up, Chen Mo, a history student who was terrible at his studies, has become a low-ranking soldier in the Hongwu era, on the verge of freezing to death at a frontier outpost along the Great Wall. In this desperate situation, he unexpectedly awakens the talent known as "Echoes of Time": by touching any ancient object, he can see its entire history! A broken arrow lets him foresee a Mongol ambush, earning him a noble title after a single battle. A piece of city wall reveals the enemy's
48Reads—Score—Shelves
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Ming Dynasty Spycraft: From the Start, I Play All Three Sides 大明谍影：开局三方通吃
A modern intelligence analyst transmigrates to Suzhou in 1637, late in the Ming dynasty, and becomes a triple agent with no golden finger, relying on brains alone! He spies simultaneously for the Embroidered Uniform Guard, merchant guilds, and the Later Jin. Ten years of living three lives, and a single copper coin unveils a shocking game of intrigue. A true late-Ming spy thriller packed with political maneuvering, no golden finger, hard-hitting mind games, and high-stakes twists throughout.
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The Apocalypse's Laid-Back King: I Just Love Scavenging 末世咸鱼王：我就爱捡垃圾
Reborn just 72 hours before the apocalypse, the first thing I do isn't stock up on food. I charge into a hardware store. “Boss, bundle up those dusty coils of rope, the rusty packs of screws, and that bucket of all-purpose glue that's almost expired!” The handyman, Old Hu, looks at me like I'm an idiot. “Li Dazhu, are you out of your damn mind? Why buy this junk?” I hoist my entrenching tool and sneer. “When the water and power get cut off the day after tomorrow, all your precious junk will be s
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