[My Journey to You] Palace Schemes

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[My next novel, a Quick Transmigration story with the same goofy style: I'm a War God, Ripping Up the Book of Fate. Please add it to your favorites (^^)]

First Target: Rao Sui

Unlocked Traits: "The Dream Girl No Younger Brother Can Resist," "Max Poison Resistance," "Peerless Lightness Skills"

When the Gong Sect learned that a spy had infiltrated the brides, they planned to capture them all at once and set a trap to expose the culprit. Who could have guessed...

All the other brides went down, but one was still bouncing around as lively as ever.

She wouldn't go down to knockout smoke, dodged every arrow, and slipped away like an eel. In the end, they had no choice but to send Young Master Zhi after her!

Young Master Zhi started out smiling confidently, but by the time his pouch of hidden weapons was empty, he hadn't even managed to graze her skin...

Gong Yuanzhi, furious: "Just who are you?!"

You used your Lingbo Weibu to appear at his side, flicked the bell on his braid, and smiled. "Someone who's your kryptonite~"

Second Target: Jin Qiu

Unlocked Traits: "Peerless Martial Arts," "Unmatched Beauty," "Can See People's Red and Green Names at a Glance"

Unfortunately, Qiu Qiu took a hit to the head at the start of the game and lost her memory.

She doesn't remember who she's supposed to win over. All she remembers is that when she sees injustice, she should draw her blade and hack away!

Enemies attack the Gong Sect. The old, the weak, women, and children all hide in a secret chamber, but one little kid won't listen and sneaks outside!

She follows, scoops up the child, and casually chops through enemies one, two, three, five, six, seven... By the time she gets tired of hacking, the threat to the Gong Sect has been dealt with.

After conferring with the Blade Master, the elders decide that the foremost Red Jade should leave the back mountain and become a young master's tutor.

So when Qiu Qiu comes to her senses, she's suddenly a preschool teacher, with three little students in her class: Yu Yu, Lang Lang, and Zheng Zheng.

When her memories return, she goes, "Oh, for crying out loud!"

No wonder her husband, Gong Shangjue, is the only one among all those green names with a ring of red hearts around his!

Third Target: Xue Lianyi

Unlocked Traits: "Mutant: Controls Ice and Snow," "So Many Complaints, All Audible," "Ageless Beauty"

Something stirs deep in the Gong Sect's back mountain. A mutant emerges through the snow and says, "I've reached the age where I need to have children. All the handsome men, line up."

The people of the Gong Sect exchange glances. But with countless icicles hanging in the air as a threat, they have no choice but to send out the peerlessly handsome Gong Ziyu, the proud and aloof Gong Shangjue, and the equally handsome Gong Yuanzhi, Young Master Xue, Young Master Yue, Young Master Hua...

But Xue Lianyi picks Xue Zhongzi, who doesn't even come up to her shoulder. She grabs him under the arms and hoists him high. "This one."

Gong Ziyu and Gong Yuanzhi cry out together, "You're into kids?!"

Xue Zhongzi shoots them a cold look. "Once my cultivation is complete, I'll grow up in a flash. Just you wait!"

A few things to know before reading:

There are three Gong Sect stories. The first is an experiment in the second person, so please bear with it if you're not used to that.

The second and third will be written in the third person.

Please add this to your favorites:

[Quick Transmigration] I'm a War God, Ripping Up the Book of Fate

The Matchmaker cultivates by bringing couples together, while the Fate Scribe cultivates by writing stories.

One day, the two immortals got together for a chat, and the conversation turned to the War God.

Matchmaker: The War God is the master of war. Who in this world could take her life?

Fate Scribe: If I drop her into one of my deadly stories, I bet she'll lose nine-tenths of her divine power. Then, with murder for love, revenge killings, and every other kind of killing, I'll show you I can take her down!!!

The malicious Wind God happened to pass by. With a flick of his sleeve, he carried their bold words straight to the War God.

The War God arrived in an instant and planted a hand on top of the Fate Scribe's head. "Whispering behind my back, are you? Why not make a bet with me instead?"

The Fate Scribe's eyes flashed with anger. "You're on!!!"

And so...

A thread of divine consciousness entered the Book of Fate, defied destiny, and broke through every deadly predicament!

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First Life: Since ancient times, beauties have been fated to die young. A pearl-diving girl meets her end in a sea sacrifice.

The Fate Scribe plants her hands on her hips. "Mwahahaha! You'll be turtle food from the start!"

The Matchmaker can't bear to watch. "You really have tied the War God up way too tightly."

Inside the Book of Fate, the War God, now a pearl-diving girl, is bound like a mummy. Yet she still manages to out-flirt a merfolk, swims nine thousand meters in a rage, reaches shore, and reports the crime. Her death curse is broken just like that.

The magistrate leans so far over his desk that half his body is nearly hanging off it. He stares in shock. "How did you swim here from the neighboring county?!"

The pearl-diving girl has had perforated eardrums since childhood and is hard of hearing. "Sir, what did you say about a wok of hot oil???"

[Brave, bouncy pearl-diving girl x a crafty magistrate with a mind full of tricks]

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Second Life: The devoted are always betrayed by the heartless. A top scholar hires an assassin to kill his butcher wife.

The Fate Scribe whines, "I'll make you do the filthiest job there is, and you'll end up with an ungrateful husband who hires someone to kill you!!!"

The Matchmaker can't stop him in time. "Are you out of your mind??? The War God can make even a nail file look like a deadly weapon. You give her a butcher's knife, and it's no different from a Dragon Slaying Saber!"

Inside the Book of Fate, the War God, now a butcher, sharpens her knife until it gleams. Then she tells the top scholar, "I've decided to become a bounty hunter. I'll kill the worst villains, collect the biggest rewards, and buy you the most expensive brushes, ink, paper, and inkstone!"

The top scholar: "..."

Whoever's tougher gets to be the unfaithful one!

"My dear wife~"

The top scholar leans against the doorframe and bares his shoulder. "The bed's all warmed up. Come on~"

But his wife, sharpening her knife, only glances over and says stiffly, "Go back to the room first. And put your clothes on. You don't want to catch a chill."

[Unromantic butcher woman x alluring, charming top scholar]

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Third Life: Frail and sickly, with little time left. A fortune teller predicts death at seventeen.

The Fate Scribe sneers. "Birth, aging, sickness, and death are only natural. Let the War God try living in a sickly body."

The Matchmaker chokes on his words. "Did I forget to tell you... the War God has an absurdly tough constitution?"

Inside the Book of Fate, the sickly War God soaks goji berries in wine, practices Tai Chi, the Five-Animal Frolics, and the Eight Brocades, and catches her bloody coughs in a bowl. None of it stops her from knocking out street thugs with one punch each. When she turns seventeen, her family has even prepared her coffin, but she still refuses to die.

The fortune teller she saved again insists on becoming her retainer, even if he has to do it for free.

The young lady coolly flicks a finger. "Throw him out!"

[Sickly young lady who believes in anything but fate x shameless fortune teller whose one and only prediction is wrong]

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Fourth Life: Born a demon seed, hated by all.

The Fate Scribe growls, "Just wait while I summon everyone in the world... Huh?!"

The Matchmaker pounds his chest in frustration. "Did I forget to tell you again? The War God has magic resistance!"

Inside the Book of Fate, the Demon Lord War God regains her powers and thrives, unifying the demon realm and transforming its people.

The human emperor speaks hesitantly, edging closer. "See? With the Demon Lord around, humans and demons can live together in harmony~"

The Demon Lord abruptly stands up from reading memorials. "Insolent fool! Didn't I say the Ghost Market could only open for one day on the fifteenth? Who opened the gates to the underworld without permission?!"

The human emperor stumbles off the throne, clutching his butt and grimacing. "Because... it's the Lantern Festival."

[Demon Lord War God devoted to governing the demon realm x human emperor who wants to become a demon every day]

There are also stories like [stealing a broom's worth of broom-star hair to make a fate-writing brush, determined to make the War God die from bad luck], [borrowing a bundle of the Matchmaker's red threads to knit a sweater, determined to make the War God die of lovesickness], and [making the War God take on Daiyu's persona, weeping in the breeze as she mourns herself], and many more...

Later...

When the War God returned from her trials, she discovered that the magistrate, top scholar, fortune teller, human emperor, and others all had the same sleeve-flicking habit as the Wind God.

The Wind God glances away. "Well... I just couldn't stand the Fate Scribe having a book to show off and messing with everyone's fate."

The Matchmaker sighs to himself: The Wind God is the true champion of pure love.

The Fate Scribe clutches a pile of shredded paper and sobs. "My Book of Fate! (T ^ T)"

Theme: Of three thousand streams, drink from only one