Don't Touch My Vegetable Garden

As the strongest lightning wielder of the apocalypse, Qi Ji met an utterly undignified end. Struck by a bolt of dry lightning, she became a lone wandering soul. When she opened her eyes, she had become the infamous senior sister swordswoman of the cultivation world.

The original owner had formed her core at sixteen and reached the threshold of the Nascent Soul stage by thirty. On the day her tribulation failed and her cultivation was destroyed, Qi Ji took over her body.

Looking at the people around her, some hoping she would rise again, others wishing she would stay a good-for-nothing forever, Qi Ji scoffed. Was the meat not tasty anymore? Was the wine not good enough? Why go out of your way to suffer through cultivation?

The cultivation world was rich in spiritual energy and abundant in resources. Qi Ji was like a little mouse that had fallen into a rice jar, spending every day eating and drinking to her heart's content. Life felt full of hope. She even started planting crops and raising pigs around her home.

That wonderful life did not last long. Someone suddenly stirred up trouble, turning the cultivation world into a mess and bringing the flames of war right to Qi Ji's vegetable patch.

Even Qi Ji, laid-back as she was, couldn't stand that. Damn it, where was her lightning? She would blast anyone who dared destroy her garden.

The others in the sect had this to say: Senior Sister, get a grip. They aren't just trying to destroy your garden, they're trying to destroy the whole world!

Coming soon: Golden Robes (Reborn)

Career-minded princess x love-struck general

As Emperor Qing's eldest legitimate daughter, Princess Changle Shen Yao should have lived a life as peaceful and joyful as her title promised, blessed with good fortune and well-being. Instead, Emperor Qing died of poisoning, the dynasty fell, and she and her mother's family were accused of treason. She went from a treasured princess to a reviled outcast.

Such is the fragility of an emperor's fickle favor.

As she lay dying, Shen Yao watched her husband support the pregnant eldest princess of the new dynasty, her beloved younger cousin, as they came before her. Only then did she finally understand.

Everyone knew that when the princess came of age, she had deliberately fallen into the water at the Qionglin Banquet, damaging her looks, and then married the newly named top scholar. After the wedding, the two had treated each other with respect and lived in perfect harmony.

It turned out this had all been a conspiracy from the very beginning.

As the poisoned wine slid down her throat, in the last moment before her eyes closed, Shen Yao saw the youngest general the empire had ever known. Clad in armor and covered in blood, he carefully gathered her gradually cooling body into his arms, tears in his eyes. Then he raised his spear and took his own life before her.

When Shen Yao opened her eyes again, it was the day the imperial examination results were announced, three days before the Qionglin Banquet.

Princess Changle was learned and refined, but she had one harmless little quirk: she showed a marked fondness for people with striking looks.

Everyone knew that while there were many handsome men, the princess was especially taken with the refined, elegant look of a young gentleman.

Xiang Tingxuan, grandson of the northern garrison general, had gone to the frontier with his grandfather as a child to guard the border. A victory at the Pingguan campaign made him famous, and when he returned to the capital, his dashing face immediately made him the dream man of countless noblewomen.

After entering the capital, Xiang Tingxuan changed his usual style and put on a blue robe and white cap. He looked less like a general and more like a scholar.

At last, he saw the person he had longed for in the palace. She sat in a sedan chair, gazed at him for a long while, then smiled and said, "Young General, armor suits you best."

Coming soon: Don't Sweat It, I'm Just an Undercover Agent in the Demon Realm

A sensational piece of gossip had recently swept the cultivation world: Jiang Tinglan, young lord of Xuantian Sect, had been forced into a life-and-death contract with an unknown female disciple of the sect.

Who was Jiang Tinglan? He had formed his core at ten and reached the Nascent Soul stage at fifteen, only to have his meridians shattered at the height of his glory. Now he coughed up blood every three steps and needed a wheelchair every five.

The male cultivators felt sorry for the female disciple, who would spend her whole life bound to a sickly man. The female cultivators envied her: to spend every day beside the most handsome man in the world sounded like bliss.

Ye Guannan, the female lead of the gossip, had one thing to say: Pah! Would you want this blessing if it were yours?

They shared life and death, and could not stray more than ten steps apart.

Ye Guannan stared at the contract markings on her wrist, ready to kill someone. She was an undercover agent from the Demon Realm, shouldering the great task of restoring it, and now she had to serve as a human crutch to the prized darling of an enemy sect!

There were ways to break the contract: either cultivate dual cultivation together, or reach the Mahayana stage.

Ye Guannan looked at the many Xuantian Sect elders glaring at her. Oh, never mind, never mind. Their precious darling was off-limits.

The second option became the only way forward. For the sake of the Demon Realm's great cause, Ye Guannan, who had cultivated demonic energy since childhood, was forced onto the path of a relentless grinder, taking spiritual energy into her body and striving for the Mahayana stage.

One day, her secret was exposed, and her secret identity was revealed.

As the ninth thunderbolt of her tribulation came crashing down, a long sword pierced through the formation. The young sect master, who had seemed frail moments earlier, pulled her into his arms with one hand, and his sword energy shattered the life-and-death contract.

"You were pretending to be sick?!" Ye Guannan stared at the man whose Mahayana-stage aura had instantly returned.

Jiang Tinglan avoided her question and gently wiped the blood from her lips. "This isn't where you belong. Go back to where you came from."

Theme: No matter what your status may be, remember to keep your feet on the ground