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Fourth Tsuchikage

I Became the Beloved Junior Sister in a Den of Villainous Senior Broth

When Xu Nian woke up, she found herself inside a cultivation novel she had just finished reading. All she wanted was to live quietly as a background NPC, munching on melon seeds and watching the drama unfold. But fate had other plans—she ended up as the only junior sister in a den full of future villains! Her senior brothers—First, Second, Third, and even Fourth—were all destined to either rebel against the sect and plunge the world into chaos, or be “righteously eliminated” by the protagonist squad! —How was she supposed to survive this?! What she didn’t expect was that these infamous “cold-blooded, cruel, and mentally unhinged” villains would turn out to be ridiculously doting on her. First Senior Brother: “Who dares touch my little sister? Come on, I’ll give you a head start.” Second Senior Brother: “Someone bullied her again? Fine. Let’s just destroy the entire sect.” Third Senior Brother (smiling gently): “Don’t cry. I’ll go slaughter that spirit beast and make you soup.” Fourth Senior Brother (narrowing his eyes): “She ignored me today. Want to see it snow over the whole sect?” Xu Nian: “…Calm down, I just sneezed.” And so— While other cultivators fought monsters to level up, Xu Nian was being pampered like a precious treasure by a bunch of villainous senior brothers. While others endured life-and-death tribulations, hers bowed before her, even the heavenly lightning dared not strike too hard. But over time, she began to realize: maybe her villainous brothers… weren’t so villainous after all? The plot of the novel began to drift off course. The protagonist squad wavered, the “Child of Destiny” hesitated… Xu Nian: “Wait a minute, this isn’t how the story’s supposed to go!” Senior Brothers (in unison): “Exactly. You are our true destiny.”
青焰悟灯 · 475 Views

Billionaire's Long Journey of Chasing His Love

Tong Airui was kicked in the ribs by a little girl! The news spread, and his brothers and sisters were instantly in an uproar. "Who is that girl? Let's avenge Fourth Brother!" Who is the little girl? The purple-clad car goddess on the racetrack, the beautiful girl at the chessboard, and she's been bearing a nickname for more than ten years: sweeping star! Eighteen car accidents, and she was present at every one! Sure enough! Whoever meets her is unlucky! But what puzzled Yi Luowa was: Even the dog next door started avoiding her, yet why does that cunning wolf refuse to leave? When she first felt life was meaningless, it was him who tightly held her hand. "As long as I'm alive, the sky won't fall on you!" From then on, her world was bright! [Maid Chapter] One day, Tong Airui was thirsty, "Yi Luowa, I want to drink water!" "Your mouth is below your nose, drink if you want!" a certain woman pouted, glancing at the man sitting beside her and said, "Old Eighth, I'm thirsty." Old Eighth hurriedly brought water to her hand, "Drink it, I've cooled it for you." Yi Luowa happily took a sip, just one sip, before Tong Airui snatched it away with a dark expression. After drinking it in one go, Tong Airui pointed at her nose and shouted, "Remember, you're my maid!" Yi Luowa slapped his hand away, "Tong Airui, you running faster than a rabbit proves you're healed. My days as a maid are over!" [Pampering Wife Chapter] Second Sister: "Tong Fourth, your wife has already beaten Grandpa ten times in a row. If this continues, Grandpa will get sick from anger! Aren't you going to control your wife?" Tong Airui: "If his skills are not as good as others, why insist on playing chess with my wife? That's not something I can control!" Fifth Brother: "Fourth Brother, can't you control my sister-in-law? She's taken eight championships from me!" Tong Airui: "From now on, when your sister-in-law enters a car race, you just don't enter!" Fifth Brother: "The key is, she participates in every race." Tong Airui: "I'll give you ten months to quickly win a championship. After ten months, I can't control her." Fifth Brother: "What's happening?" Tong Airui: "Your sister-in-law is expecting!" [PS: Spoiling text, strong male and female leads, both emotionally and physically pure, one-on-one relationship, continuous pampering. If you like it, please add to your favorites, love you~
Seagull · 180.4K Views

The Age of Martial Enlightenment.

In the beginning, mankind was weak. Prey to beasts, to plague, to the winds and whims of the heavens. Kingdoms rose and fell like sandcastles at the edge of a storm-tossed sea. Swords rusted. Kings bled. No one was beyond death. But then came the Nine Pillars. Forged in the twilight of the ancient world by nameless sages who pierced the secrets of heaven and earth, the Pillars were not structures of stone, but of spirit, flesh, and will. They were paths—painful, ruthless, divine paths—by which a mortal might climb beyond the chains of his body and seize dominion over it. The First Pillar, Strength Refinement, marked the beginning of the path. For ten years, a cultivator would temper their raw might until their muscles became as iron and their blows could break boulders. From there, the path only grew steeper. Flesh Refinement hardened skin into armor. Muscle Refinement made each sinew a coiled spring of destruction. Tendon Refinement—the Fourth Pillar—turned movement into mastery, footstep into flight, swordplay into something near divine. And beyond that? Bone, Organ, Marrow, Blood, and finally, Meridian Refinement—the ninth and last Pillar—was said to bestow eternal life, peerless power, and the ability to shatter mountains with a breath. At its peak stood the Martial Emperors, titans in human form. Yet such beings were as rare as phoenixes. Each Pillar demanded a toll of decades—forty years for the Fourth, ninety for the Ninth—but time given was returned a hundredfold. A cultivator aged slower, lived longer, endured more. But few ever had the resolve—or the years—to climb far. This was the Age of Martial Enlightenment, where kingdoms no longer measured greatness by armies or coin, but by the strength of their cultivators. Martial sects rivaled noble houses. Swordsmen wandered the land like demigods. The strong dictated truth, and the weak obeyed.
AshuraDaoLord · 7.5K Views
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