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Books by Xianyang Xiaoyao
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Beast Tamer in Dream of the Red Chamber: My Monsters Come from the Land of Light! 御兽红楼：我的怪兽来自光之国！
After transmigrating into the Jia household as a servant, Lin Lang realizes something is off about this Dream of the Red Chamber world. Lin Daiyu can fly on a sword, Wang Xifeng can summon thunderous phoenixes, and even Sheng Minglan from the neighboring Story of Minglan rides a qilin beast as she vies to conquer the world! While others rack their brains trying to catch a single spirit fox, Lin Lang’s golden finger quietly activates: cultivate with a heroine, and you can draw a monster from the
19Reads—Score—Shelves
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Cultivation: My Whole Family Is Full of Old Foxes 修仙：家族全是老六
Lin Ye transmigrated to the cultivation world and became the patriarch of a declining cultivation family. Looking at his bare-bones cave dwelling and a gaggle of good-for-nothing descendants crying out for food, he felt the last three low-grade spirit stones in his pocket and let out a proletarian roar! No spirit veins? Organize the family members to dig deep and stockpile grain, then collectively cultivate spirit fields! No pills? Set up an alchemy cooperative, optimize the workflow, cut costs
10Reads—Score—Shelves
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Cold Lanterns North of the Wei River 渭北寒灯
The wind in northern Weibei was like a knife tempered in ice. On the ninth day of the eleventh lunar month in 1998, the lights at Old Ninth’s shop at the village entrance went dark. They never came on again. A family of three lay in a pool of blood. The killer left behind not a single fingerprint. Three days, three towns, thirteen lives. All of Weibei trembled. Who were they? Who would be next? Veteran detective Zhou Zhenshan stared at the straight line of blood marked on the map and said throug
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The Seventy-Two Nails of the Qinling Mountains: A 749 Bureau Agent's Last Stand 秦岭七十二钉镇：749局探员绝
Blood-red snow suddenly fell over Canglong Ridge in the Qinling Mountains. More than a thousand illegally built villas carpeted the valley like white tombs. This was no ordinary ecological disaster: the bulldozers were leaking human blood instead of engine oil, and the foundations concealed the finger bones and hair of living people. I am Zhang Tianyi, an investigator with Bureau 749. Nine years ago, my master cut my left palm with a copper coin and gave me the ability to see “the other world.”
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