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Books by Wen Yifan
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I'm a Coward, but They Mistook Me for a Ghost-Hunting Master 胆小如鼠的我被当成了捉鬼大师
Other people catch ghosts with talismans and peachwood swords. I catch them by trembling. Other people fight evil cultivators with spells and cultivation. I make them cry with fear. Lin Mo is a pure, unadulterated coward who hides under the covers whenever thunder rumbles and can even be scared into tears by the Big Big Wolf from Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf. By chance, he awakens the bloodline of a Celestial Master from Longhu Mountain. The more frightened he gets, the stronger his powers bec
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Above the Abyss: I Have a Blade That Can Slay Gods 深渊之上：我有一刀可斩神
On the night my family was slaughtered, Father hung half a jade pendant around my neck, then blew himself up. Three years later, when I emerged dragging the corpse of a monstrous beast as big as a hill, the whole world was watching live. During the combat trial at Tianqiong University, I shattered fifth-tier astral energy with a single strike from a wooden blade. The comments exploded: "Everybody, stand up!! This isn't a useless first-tier nobody! This is the Blade Lord!!" And the demigod seated
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You Told Me to Disband the Sect, So I Made It the Strongest Imperial Sect 让你解散宗门，你打造成最强帝宗
[Wish fulfillment, System, empire-building, lighthearted humor] Lu Lin transmigrates to a fantasy continent and inherits the Sword and Saber Sect from the start. The name Sword and Saber Sect sounds imposing, but in reality, it's ridiculously weak. The entire sect has only eight people left: Two elders and five disciples, plus him, the sect's new master at the third level of Body Tempering. So the previous sect master left a final message recommending that he disband the sect. "Telling me to dis
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The Diary: A Blood Letter Shakes the Capital 日忘录：一纸血书覆京华
Nine pages of blood-written confessions, every character soaked in tears, every page demanding a life. Every time I die, I’m reborn on the same night. I have only five minutes, and I can use only my own blood to write clues in a booklet called The Day Forgotten. When the third watch’s clapper sounds, all my memories are erased. The booklet has only nine pages. Fill them all, and my soul will be scattered. The most terrifying thing isn’t dying. It’s seeing the name written in blood when dawn brea
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