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Nong Ying transmigrates into a cultivation novel and does everything she can to become the Immortal Venerable’s disciple, hoping to stay alive.

The Immortal Venerable is unmatched in both looks and cultivation, but he is aloof and hard to approach.

When she learns that Nong Ying is going out to gain experience, he gives her a long sword.

The sword is sentient and can talk. It urges her to cultivate every day and keeps an even stricter eye on her than the Immortal Venerable does.

Yet it indulges her mischief, awkwardly tries to cheer her up, and always puts her first.

In her spare time, Nong Ying loves cuddling the sword and stroking it. She listens to it helplessly say, “You mustn’t,” and watches it get jealous of other swords and blades.

During one crisis, the sword spirit appears to save her, but Nong Ying, confused and disoriented, pounces on it and clings to it.

The next day, clearheaded again, Nong Ying is mortified. I actually did that to my master’s sword...

She doesn’t dare confess. During the day, she carefully hides it from the Immortal Venerable. At night, she plots to elope with the sword.

Everything goes smoothly, until she runs into trouble again. The Immortal Venerable steps in front of her and transforms into a long sword.

The sword’s killing intent flares. “If anyone wants to hurt her, they’ll have to get past her sword first!”

Nong Ying: ??!! She wanted to run away with her master’s sword, only to discover that her master was the sword all along?

Cen Qingfeng is an ancient divine weapon. Through a chance encounter, he takes human form, but remains detached from the world and ignorant of emotion.

That is, until a young woman enters his world and becomes his disciple.

His little disciple is good at slacking off and cutting corners, and she’s playful and mischievous.

One day, she begs her master to punish the long sword. The next, she puts on a pitiful act to trick the sword into deceiving her master.

Cen Qingfeng works hard to indulge and spoil her, and only then understands what it means for one person to govern all your joy and sorrow.

* Silly, sweet romance. Both leads are each other’s one and only.

* A canny, theatrical, silly little disciple x a guileless, straight-laced human weapon of a master.

* An unconventional secret identity. The master has two bodies and little tendrils of demonic energy.

Please add my upcoming novel, My Rival Lost His Memory, So I’m Raising Hell!

Her fiancé cheats on her, and his mistress comes to gloat. The little sparrow Luanluan can’t beat either of them, so she kicks a tree stump to vent her anger.

At this humiliating moment, she runs into her rival, Rong Junhao.

Luanluan hurriedly tries to escape, only to discover that Rong Junhao has lost his memory after being injured!

Remembering how this stinking white tiger always mocks her as a puffed-up little chick whenever he sees her, Luanluan grows wickedly bold and comes up with a plan!

She steadies Rong Junhao and weeps piteously. “Haohao, do you remember me? I’m your master, the one you depend on for everything!”

Rong Junhao: “...”

Luanluan brazenly takes Rong Junhao back to her home and makes the famous White Tiger Lord of the demon realm her pet and mount.

In her cave abode, she makes the white tiger chase butterflies and cats, and even cruelly forces him to wag his tail.

When she goes out, she rides the white tiger around to show off. She even gets Rong Junhao to take human form and pretend to be her lover.

Rong Junhao is very obedient. He goes wherever she points and lets Luanluan raise hell and throw the demon realm into chaos.

Then, by sheer coincidence, Luanluan discovers that Rong Junhao never lost his memory.

Luanluan: !!!

She trembles and hides under the cloud-patterned quilt, repeatedly trying to figure out how to confess and apologize without getting killed too brutally.

The huge white tiger silently enters the room and lies down beside her as usual. Its warm, moist tongue gently and affectionately licks her neck.

Please add my upcoming novel, The Restricted-Genre Snake Lord Forces Me to Summon His Soul Every Day.

After completing a purification mission in a restricted-genre novel, Zuo Xiaoci leaves her little snake disciple a pile of empty promises, fakes her death, and returns to the real world.

But just a few days after she leaves, her soul is forcibly summoned back.

A hundred years have passed in the book. The little snake disciple turned evil after being abandoned by her and became the infamous, mad Demon Lord Liuming.

For all these years, he has searched heaven and earth, summoning souls in search of his master so he can settle the score.

Zuo Xiaoci: !! The Demon Lord Liuming? That restricted-genre villain rumored to have nine heads and eighteen members, and a lewd, cruel nature... is her disciple?!

Fortunately, Zuo Xiaoci has transmigrated into a shaman responsible for summoning souls, so her identity hasn’t been exposed on the spot.

Unfortunately, a thick snake tail slithers across the altar. Liuming looks over with a smile in his eyes. “You said you couldn’t summon her?”

The next second, the handsome snake man transforms into a giant, nine-headed serpent, its gaping maw looming above her. “If you can’t summon her, I’ll bite your head off.”

Zuo Xiaoci: !! Please spare me, you wicked disciple!

To keep her head, Zuo Xiaoci is forced into a split-personality routine:

By day, she grovels to survive, a trembling shaman who keeps pleading, “Please keep your teeth away from my head! Your Majesty, please calm down!”

By night, she answers the call and becomes his loving master for a little while, tearfully coaxing, “Mingming, life and death are fated. Don’t force it... Let me die first.”

She thinks she’ll eventually find another chance to fake her death and escape, but one day, just after leaving her master’s body and switching back to the shaman’s, she meets Liuming’s excited, gleaming eyes.

“Ha... Master, I’ve caught you.”

His long, thick tail silently winds around her waist, its cold, hard scales tightening ring by ring. “Why are you hiding, Master? I may have nine heads, but I don’t have eighteen members. I’ve kept myself pure for you for a hundred years.”

His slender forked tongue quivers and brushes against her ear as he speaks in a delighted, honeyed voice. “If you really hate nine-headed snakes, I can be your dog instead~”

Core theme: There will always be someone who leads you into a beautiful, prosperous world.