The Heavenly Master Came from the Mountains

Li Chang'an never believed in fate. The village fortune-teller said he was a bringer of bad luck, doomed to bring misery to his parents and destined to be a lone star of calamity for ten lifetimes.

The very next day after telling his fortune, the fortune-teller was arrested.

His mother said he was like Tang Sanzang's flesh, irresistible to the hungry ghosts within a hundred li.

But from the day he learned to fight, there wasn't a single ghost within a hundred li besides his mother.

A calf doesn't fear a tiger, but while other people's fearless fools are calves, he was a tiger cub.

Being strong enough to lift a cauldron was nothing. At eight years old, he could take on a bear head-on.

With nothing but brute strength, he punched ghosts and kicked ferocious beasts, then took three little ones out of the mountains and into the city, beginning his legendary life (not really).

A modern mash-up of demons and monsters, with adorable pets taking center stage, plus food and lots of sweetness!

A little everyday life, too.

A parallel-world story: My Madness Even Scares Ghosts

At eighteen, Fei Yuan was innocent and pure-hearted. He was so poor he couldn't even afford a KFC meal, but he believed the future was bright.

At twenty-eight, Fei Yuan was violent and erratic. He had nothing but money and lived by the creed that those who followed him would prosper, while those who opposed him would perish.

After traveling ten years back in time, he expected another boring tale of a poor boy proving his worth, but the opening took him by surprise.

"Ding! Welcome to a large-scale interactive reality game for intelligent life forms. Whatever you want, you'll find it here."

The catch is, you have to survive.

Well, this could be interesting.

Eighteen-year-old Fei Yuan was thin and weak, and people easily took him for a pushover whenever they met him.

Demons and monsters: (╬皿╬)

Fei Yuan: (, )

Demons and monsters: ╰(‵□′)╯

Fei Yuan: :)

Demons and monsters (thump!): Boss, is this a proper kneel?

Ji Congming (blushing, eyes sparkling): H-he's so gentle!

Demons and monsters (trembling on the outside, cursing on the inside): Are you blind?!

Fei Yuan: Getting coveted every day.

Demons, monsters, and scumbags: Getting killed in return every day.

Your boss is still your boss!

Revenge, putting scumbags in their place, and romance: he gets all three.

Fei Yuan: I want it all!

The male lead is genuinely crazy and sick. Don't judge him by normal standards.

Violent, crazy god seme x warm little-sun bottom

My Book-Transmigrating Life Is So Extra and Cowardly

Wen Yanwang is a trillionaire CEO, a cold-blooded lunatic, thirty and thriving, rich and successful. He drifts among women but never lets any of them get close, making him a champion among wealthy older bachelors! As for why he's still an innocent "old" man, that's obviously because he's saving himself for the pure and unpretentious flower of a male lead!

Ji Baixing transmigrated into a book as a vicious male supporting character who appeared in fewer than thirty thousand words. As a doomed cannon-fodder lover destined to have his bones scattered, he said, "I'm out! How could a tough, upright man like me become the lover of another man? No way!"

Wen Yanwang: Ten million.

Ji Baixing: "Hah, what do you take me for? You think a thousand is enough to get me to sign away my freedom? No way!"

Wen Yanwang: Per month.

Ji Baixing: "???"

Wen Yanwang: Monthly salary.

He was offering way, way, way, way, way too much money!!!

Ji Baixing: "Boss, is this pressure just right?"

Ji Baixing couldn't give up the money, but he also didn't want to have his bones scattered. So, having ended up as an obstacle to the male lead's romance, he rolled up his sleeves and got ready to be the perfect wingman, hoping the CEO who loved scattering people's bones would spare his life.

Wait, wait, wait! Boss, why are you looking at me like that? Wasn't I working hard to play matchmaker for you?!

A sick, illogical, sadistic seme x a straight-laced bottom with a dead sense of logic

A silly, sweet story

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