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- A Mistake on the Spring River 春江误 In the first year of Tianhua, on the forty-seventh day after the abdication, the hairpin ceremony at Prince Anping's residence had reached its third stage when an urgent dispatch from the northern frontier cut it short. The hairpin was never placed in her hair, and no one mentioned those words again: "You may decide your own marriage." Princess Luo Yan refused to accept it. That night, she rang the copper bell from a childhood promise, but the one who came was not the young man beneath the pomeg 0Votes539Recs0Fans
- The Age of Martial Arts for All: While Others Train, I Draw Prizes 全民武道时代：别人修炼我抽奖 In 1877, rifts to the Abyss appeared in the world, and countless magical beasts and demons descended, wreaking havoc... At humanity’s darkest hour, people discovered the existence of spiritual energy. The martial arts manuals passed down since ancient times flourished! Martial artists became the most revered people in the world! In 2026, Lin Yue, a ninth-grade student with only a lower-grade talent, is hit by a truck the day before summer vacation. He awakens memories of his past life on Earth, 0Votes1Recs0Fans
- I Slay Ten Thousand Immortals with the Sword 我以剑道斩万仙 The Great Dao is incomplete. Every gain comes with a loss. Here, there are primordial ferocious beasts, sci-fi mecha, and cultivators pursuing immortality… A lone sword cultivator, in this perilous yet dazzling golden age, uses the sword in his hand to shatter everything. In this age without immortals, I am the foremost immortal in the world. 0Votes2Recs0Fans
- I Am an Ant 我是蝼蚁 This world is full of helplessness. Everyone has reasons they have no choice but to do what they do: to find peace of mind, to have a clear conscience, to seek wealth and power, to win recognition... and to beg for votes. The struggles of this world are different, as are its jianghu grudges and vendettas. Yet none can escape the grip of fate. We are all destined to have no choice. The long road stretches on, peach blossoms and bamboo at every turn. Blood and rain bury withered bones; loyalty and 0Votes180Recs25Fans
