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Books by 昀坤
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My Husband Cultivates the Way of Ruthlessness 夫君他修无情道
[The main story has undergone a major revision. It differs greatly from pirated versions and any documents circulating online. Please refer to the official Jinjiang edition. I take no responsibility for pirated content.] "A dazzling disaster of a beauty with a knack for taking things in stride x a tragic, beautiful, powerful, untouchable figure" Yu Huan transmigrates into a cultivation novel as the villainous Saintess, destined not to survive three chapters. In the book, the one who kills her
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After Humiliating the World-Destroying Demon Lord 折辱灭世魔头后
Cold, stunning beauty vs. sickly, obsessive pawn As the sect leader of the Hehuan Sect, I brew the most potent drugs and commit the gravest sins. When I first took Rong Jin in, he was just a raggedly dressed boy with clear eyes. I gave him fine clothes and used him to test my medicines, but he thought it was a reward. I fed him bone-eroding poisons and forced potent aphrodisiacs down his throat, watching him sink again and again between desire and agony, until he was utterly broken. Only after
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After Betraying and Disfiguring My Dao Companion 背叛毁容道侣后
A haughty, pampered heiress versus a brooding senior disciple with the ways of a mistress Su Xueyun is the most dazzling young lady of the Yaotai Spirit Palace. The only thing in her life that has ever displeased her is being betrothed to the senior disciple she hates most. Jun He is the greatest sword cultivator of his generation, a peerless talent. But his face is ruined, he suffers from an old illness, and he comes from a lowly background. She can't stand the sight of his face. On their wed
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The Widow of the Immortal Sect 仙门寡妇
Wen Zhao was an utterly ordinary orphan in the mortal realm. One absurd marriage contract meant to bring good luck to a sick man bundled her off to an immortal sect. Her groom was none other than Xue Mingye, the sickly young sect master from the rumors, barely breathing and on the verge of death. On their wedding night, red candles warmed the bridal chamber, while the black coffin was cold. Wen Zhao peeked at the pale, handsome face in the coffin and was overjoyed: Oh, this is perfect. This hus
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