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Head Shaking Buddha

Schemes Of A Flower

Crown Prince Yun Chi chose as his consort the youngest daughter of the Hua Family, Hua Yan, and the news shattered the hearts of countless ladies in the Capital City. It was said: the Crown Prince could write poetry at three, compose essays at seven, debate with the greatest scholars at ten, shoot arrows with precision at twelve, oversee the examinations of all scholars at fifteen, and was regent by the time he was sixteen. He reached the pinnacle in letters, the extreme in martial arts, his looks were world-shaking, and his presence unrivaled. Hua Yan felt as though a gigantic pie had fallen from the sky, landing squarely on her head. From then on, was she to compete with the entire world for this man? -------------------- Yun Chi: Standing at the pinnacle of the Azure Clouds, he learned the art of balance, practiced the strategies of an emperor, envisioned the land and skies in his heart. Within the nine-layered royal palace, he could turn his hands to clouds and his palms to rain, holding sway over the court and the nation, trimming himself into a figure free from desire and henceforth unyielding. Hua Yan: She viewed herself as beneath the dust, with all her emotions and desires, disliking the Son of Heaven's court, preferring the ordinary alleys, treading on ten feet of soft red and experiencing all facets of life. She believed that nothing was better than green mountains and clear waters. "If you promise me a lifetime, I will accompany you for an eternity."
Xiziqing · 120.7K Views

Shīzōng

"Zhou Hua Fan...Where do you plan to disappear now?" His voice was hoarse and sore thus successfully souring her little red nose. Leaning against the door that he had uncharacteristically pressed his trembling fists against instead of breaking down like he so wanted to in order to see her once more. Biting her lips, Hua Fan buries her face into her already shaking shoulders suppressing her cries. Wiping the endless tears falling into her arms when she continued to hear him plead her so quietly but desperately it tore her up inside. "Do you have to do this? Can't...Can't you let me love you?" The back of her hand was bitten raw as a soft sob broke free upon hearing his plea. ~~~~~~~~ Zhou Hua Fan did not accept other people's love or goodwill. Knowing from a young age that all of it came with strings attached her personality had already twisted before it could be fixed. No one saw it or tried to see it. People call Zhou Hua Fan a selfish demoness who would suck the bones from a person before lowering her head and apologizing. They despise her, they fear her, the lawless princess of the Zhou family. However, this princess who should have everything, does she really have it all? When asked this the people around her gave various answers. "She was pitiful." "No one hated her more than herself." "An unfortunate soul." Asked this question, the man with dark clouds permanently gathered above his head sharply raised his dagger-like gaze as if wanting to murder you who dared utter her name without permission. "You have no right to judge her."
Chezilla · 252.3K Views

The Erratum

“Aegir..” A single word remains in Cetas’ mind as he succumbs to the everlasting pressure of the depths - a glimmer of light filtering from above. He floats endlessly, the tidal currents rushing his body to who-knows-where yet he remains unconscious as the word echoes in his mind. He no longer remembers any memories that he once had but only mere fragments of what his past once was. A depth-dweller. A long lost race of ancient, forgotten in history as humans usurped the throne of the world, claiming superiority amongst other races of legend. After the war of mystics, only humans endured to live and gather themselves once more - dominating the entire world by force. Yet, depth dwellers remained - hidden and forgotten. And now.. The first would rise up on the surface. For hours upon hours, Cetas let the currents take him away, rendering his consciousness useless everytime he woke up. But now, it seemed that a warm and radiating light pierced his very pressurized skin. It was.. unfamiliar. He opened his eyes only to be greeted by a rocking hull, shaking synchronously with the sound of crashing waves. Yet, somewhere near him, he heard a faint and soft voice speaking a foreign language. He shifted his head to the direction of the voice and saw an unfamiliar face of a golden-haired lady with sea-like blue eyes, staring at him with utmost curiosity. The lady opened her mouth and let out another wave of unfamiliar words. Perplexed, Cetas sat up slowly, moving his body sluggishly. He then gazed at his surroundings, first staring at the massive rocking hull and onto the wooden floor and to the people surrounding him. Some wore bandanas and others wore white-loose blouses paired with leather boots and tricorn hats. However, Cetas wasn’t at all surprised by the unfamiliar scenery. But rather, he gazed above the sky, reaching far beyond the clouds, and saw the burning sphere of light that penetrated his deep-black eyes. Upon staring for 5 seconds he instinctively winced in pain. “Ow!” He looked around once more, pacing his head back and forth towards the unfamiliar people around him, and pondered, “Where am I?”
DauntlessBrother · 5.7K Views

Isekai Dominion: The Creator’s Rule

What... what... so am I overpowered from the start, like those isekai protagonists?" he mutters, a smirk tugging at his lips as the absurdity of the situation hits him. For a moment, he feels it—the urge, that ridiculous, cliché moment where he should lower his head, place a hand over his face, and let out that slow, ominous chuckle. The kind that echoes with menace. The kind the overpowered protagonists always do when they realize their strength. "Mwahaha, I am gonna be unstoppable!" Mwahaha... He stops midway, sighs, and mutters, "Wait... this is way too cringe." His fingers twitch. He takes a breath. ...Then, he scoffs. "Tch." He clicks his tongue, shaking his head. "Yeah, that really won't suit me." Then he grins. Not the exaggerated, theatrical grin of a villain, but something darker, sharper—one that could freeze the blood in your veins. A grin that promises something no one wants to see. He exhales slowly, and a laugh slips from him—low, guttural, and dripping with malice. It doesn't explode. It doesn't need to. It slides into the air, filling every inch of the room with a quiet, suffocating certainty. "Ah... haha... heh." He wasn't just Vael Seraphis. He realized he was something beyond the limits of this reality. And he intended to make full use of it. In this unknown world, he would do what he had always done-study, adapt, and take control. But first, he had to play his role. The Elias Varn he once used to be now is dead. Vael Seraphis had been born anew. And this was only the beginning.
Dao_Heart7 · 5.3K Views
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