Zongheng catalogue
Books by Nameless, Formless, Called A Wu
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Even the Mortal Can Ascend to Godhood 凡骨亦可登神
Three thousand years after the gods fell, nine out of ten humans are born without spiritual roots. They are known as mortal bones. Spiritual energy cannot enter mortal bones, and their lives rarely extend beyond seventy years. They till spirit fields, mine spirit ore, and perform forced labor for registered cultivators. Those without a registry who draw in spiritual energy are called spirit thieves. The Sky Patrol Bureau hunts them down, and their entire families are punished for their crimes. J
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Fists in the Wasteland 废土拳锋
On the night the stars fell, a spiritual tide descended from the sky, and ferocious beasts devoured a third of the cities. The survivors built a three-ring system of order in Dongzhou: the inner ring was for elite clans and academies, the outer ring for factories and mining districts, and the Gray Zone... The Gray Zone was a human wall against the beast tide, a place for people denied both rations and any chance of survival. Chen Jin was born on Ninth Street in the Gray Zone. The day his rations
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Please, Immortals, Take Your Seats 请仙入席
On the night of the Winter Solstice, Chen Shou was publicly struck from the clan register by the clan chief: "You are born under an ill-starred fate. You may not take your place at the table." With nowhere else to turn, a character for "feast" burned into his palm, and he obtained a fragment of the Feast Register. While other cultivators meditate and seclude themselves to cultivate, he cultivates by attending feasts. Every funeral feast in the mortal world is connected to a lingering soul. Host
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The Heiress in the Mud: I Uncovered Every Secret in the Wealthy Family's Books 泥里的千金：我把豪门的账算穿了
Shen Zhiwei dropped out of school at fourteen. For ten years, she kept accounts. She kept accounts for market stalls, little eateries, bankrupt factories, and people on the verge of giving up on life. She never went to college, had no connections, and had no one to back her. All she had was a pen and a mind capable of sorting out any hopeless set of books. Later, for the first time, a "country bumpkin" took a seat at the city's most elite table of investors. Everyone waited for her to make a foo
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