Seeking Shennong 寻找神农

1 从 Starting with the Gu Huo Bird 从姑获鸟开始 It Can't Be Helped活儿该Infinite Myriad Worlds1.9M WordsOngoing The body is as light as a goose feather, life as fragile as wild grass. I have witnessed the darkest night, so the blazing, brilliant flame in my heart has never wavered. The physical edition of From the Gu Huo Bird's Beginning (Volume One) is now available. Search for the title on Dangdang, JD.com, Taobao, Douyin, and other platforms, or purchase it from a physical bookstore. Thank you all for your support. 82Votes2.5MRecs2.4MFans

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Our bodies are as light as a feather, our lives as fragile as wild grass. Having witnessed the darkest night, the burning, bright flame in my heart never wavers. The physical copy of "Starting from the Guhuoniao" (Volume 1) is now available. You can search for the book title on platforms such as Dangdang, JD.com, Taobao, and Douyin to purchase it, or buy it at physical bookstores. Thank you for your support.

6 无 Moon Without Light 无光之月 Capital City Wanderer京城浪子Western Fantasy2.5M WordsCompleted A corner of the tavern. A shy female swordswoman hides in a corner, polishing her beloved greatsword. A cold elven mage has flickering arcs of electricity dancing at her fingertips. A black-haired half-human, half-deer forest spirit plays a melody of the woods. A sultry undead mage sways her hips, dancing gracefully to the music alongside a summoned skeleton. A halfling sprawls across a table, lazily stacking a pile of small silver coins like building blocks. His sharp little eyes, however, scan 0Votes73.8kRecs58.1kFans

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A corner of the tavern. The shy female swordsman hid in a corner, polishing her beloved greatsword, while the aloof elven mage's fingertips crackled with electric arcs. A black-haired forest elf, half-human and half-deer, plays the melody of the forest, while a hot necromancer sways her hips and dances gracefully with her summoned skeletons to the music. The halfling lay sprawled on the table, lazily building blocks with a stack of small silver coins. His shrewd little eyes scanned the money pouches at everyone's waists. The burly dwarf had one foot on the table, holding a glass of ale, and loudly chanting dwarven songs that no one could understand. Under the gaze of the moonless night, the night was peaceful and serene. This is where it all began; this is the story of swords and magic.

7 覆 Conquering the Han 覆汉 Grenades Fear Water榴弹怕水Historical3.2M WordsCompleted Strive to make a name among the lords, if only to preserve your life in a chaotic age! As a posthumous child, Gongsun Xun received his guiding principles for life early on from his mother, who claimed to be a transmigrator. But after following the tide of history year after year, he began to realize that things were gradually going very wrong! This is the story of a man who is half native, striving amid a momentous age! 286Votes2.2MRecs1.4MFans

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He strives to gain renown among the feudal lords in order to preserve his life in this chaotic world! As a posthumous child, Gongsun Xun received his life's guiding principles from his mother, who claimed to be a time traveler, at a very young age. However, as he drifted along with the tides of history year after year, he began to realize that something was gradually going wrong! This is the story of a semi-native man struggling in a great era!

9 伊EN Pillars of Aethel 伊塔之柱 Crimson Flame绯炎Gaming8.6M WordsOngoing Welcome to Aitalia, the kingdom above the drifting clouds. Let us open the door, take up our staffs, and adventure. It all begins here: Across the hills between cloud and sea, where grass ripples like waves and shallow rivers gleam; Across fields flowing with gold and honey, laden with laughter, while beneath Rodale's low houses, gentle songs drift through the air. Through Aegon's ancient forests, where vines twist through the darkness and whispers linger; Over lofty ridges and towering mountain 372Votes1.7MRecs498.1kFans

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Welcome to Aetaria, the kingdom above the clouds. Let's push open the door, pick up our canes, and the adventure begins here— Passing through hills where clouds meet the sea, like floating waves on the grass, the shallow river glistens; The fields, flowing with gold and honey, are filled with laughter; beneath the low houses of Rodale, soft songs drift. Passing through the ancient, dense forest of Egon, where vines grow wildly in the shadows and whispers linger; Beyond towering mountains and lofty peaks, shadowy figures lurk in the underworld, fraught with danger, and the sword reflects light. The story of a boy chasing his dreams, where a dragon soars through the sky and above the clouds, its wings outstretched. Even after time has passed, the fire in the hearth still burns brightly.