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Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

【Exhilarating】【New Ultimate Path Plus Points】【Dry Humor】 The world plummets; who shall uphold the heavens? Demons spawn from earth and sky, the Taoist stands valiant and resolute. I am Yi Chen, 'Chen' as in dust, styled Yi Chengzi, eighteen years old, fearful of violent evil spirits, fond of making money. With a cold heart and ruthless hands, he transmigrated to a bizarre world where goblins and malevolent spirits dwell, becoming the eldest senior brother of the Hidden Dragon Pavilion, and as his master lay dying, he entrusted Yi Chengzi with the duty to uphold the path of benevolence and righteousness, to take good care of his younger Taoist brothers; he promised he would. However, his understanding of the path of benevolence and righteousness differed slightly from that of his master. What is benevolence? Slicing evil men and ghosts in half is benevolence. What is righteousness? Smashing the heads of evil men and ghosts into their chests completes righteousness. After his master's death, unable to awaken 'spiritual essence' for cultivation, he set upon an unorthodox path of cultivation with the help of the Golden Finger. Facing the wolves eager for a fight after his master's demise, he struck with heavy fists, understanding the true essence of righteousness. Confronting the malevolent spirits that stood in his way, he naturally reformed them with the iron fists of love. He slew demons, exorcised evil, and tested his sword against various spiritual cultivators, enjoying the landscapes of the world. When he reached the summit and looked around, he was shocked to find that demons were but minor afflictions and that this land and sky were falling... A millennium-long scheme, an eternal enigma, slowly unveiled itself. Strange, it has arrived, and it does not die or perish. Witnessing this scene, Yi Chen laughed. Even the malevolent dogs passing by his Taoist abode had to endure a couple of slaps; how dare someone be so disrespectful to him? Yi Taoist stomped one foot and soared into the heavens! The onlookers exclaimed in shock, "Taoist, stop fighting, the great 'Dao' is nearly worn away!"
Flame Easy to Ignite · 588.9K Views

La Heredera que Lee la Mente: De Impostora a Favorita de la Familia

Wenyan leyó un libro en el que un personaje secundario que compartía su nombre era una falsa heredera. Después de que la verdadera heredera asumiera su posición, la impostora intentó asegurar su lugar en la familia adinerada drogando al hijo mayor y haciendo un hecho consumado de un arroz cocido, solo para ser desenmascarada por la Familia Shen y terminar suicidándose en la desesperación. Wenyan estaba furiosa de ver tal final. ¿Cómo no se podría sobrevivir sin el respaldo de una familia adinerada? ¿Acaso la familia no le había proporcionado una casa de lujo y un sinfín de artículos de lujo? Solo vender esos le reportaría decenas de millones. ¡Ella era simplemente un caso perdido! Si ella fuera la Wenyan del libro, habría renunciado a su posición y simplemente habría vivido relajada como un pez salado! Pero cuando despertó de su sueño, realmente transmigró al libro. Fiel a su palabra, dejó de conspirar. De la noche a la mañana empacó sus maletas, vendió su casa, coche y bolsos, y buscó un trabajo. Toda la Familia Shen notó el cambio en Wenyan, su hija adoptada. No solo se había mudado obedientemente, sino que también nunca causó problemas de nuevo. Aún más extraño fue que ahora podían ver sus pensamientos más íntimos. «Papá, Mamá, nunca quise usurpar su nido, pero los resultados de la prueba de ADN de la verdadera hija tienen problemas. De hecho, ella es incluso más falsa que yo, la supuesta heredera.», pensó. Padres de la Familia Shen: ...... Entonces, la 'hija' perdida y encontrada fue expuesta como una impostora y llevada por la policía para ser interrogada. «Hermano mayor, ese compañero de colegio tuyo no es bueno, es un espía corporativo, el hijo ilegítimo de los archienemigos de la Familia Shen.», pensó. El hijo mayor de la Familia Shen: ...... Después, el compañero fue sorprendido robando documentos confidenciales y también fue llevado por la policía para ser interrogado. «Segundo hermano, eres una persona tan pura y noble, no debes estar con la hija de la Familia Qin, ella solo te está usando, su corazón en realidad está puesto en alguien más.», pensó. El segundo hijo de la Familia Shen: ...... Gracias, lo investigaré. «Y tercer hermano, cuarto hermano......», pensó. Al final, nadie podría haber predicho que la hija adoptada menos distinguida de la Familia Shen se convertiría en la mimada nuera.
Draw the sword with a smile · 123.5K Views

The Mask Never Slips

The Mask Never Slips In a world where morality is blurred, Shiva navigates the dark underbelly of crime while concealing the unbearable weight of his own existence. Emotionally detached yet deeply wounded, he wears a mask of indifference, suppressing a lifetime of trauma that manifests as relentless physical pain. He is a master manipulator, a deceiver, and a survivor—yet, at his core, he is a man consumed by self-disgust. Despite his hatred for himself, three fragile reasons tether him to life: his love for a girl who barely acknowledges him, his unwavering loyalty to the abusive family that broke him, and the little brother he raised to be everything he could never become. If even one of these reasons crumbles, so will he. As he maneuvers through the chaos of the crime world—both a participant and an outsider—Shiva finds himself drawn into a series of brutal conflicts, each forcing him to confront the contradictions within him. He claims to have no desire to kill, yet death follows in his shadow. He yearns to be understood, yet has perfected the art of deception. He wants to feel something—anything—but every emotion is buried beneath years of carefully constructed lies. When the past he’s tried so hard to bury resurfaces, Shiva’s carefully maintained facade begins to crack. Someone close to him is starting to see through the act. And as the weight of his suffering becomes impossible to contain, he is left with one question: Can he keep holding on, or is the mask he wears the only thing keeping him alive?
Shuhas · 1.1K Views

OBSIDIAN RIFT

In a city called Dunmore, where a weakened dome stands between its people and bloodthirsty demons, Aric, a young, defiant fighter who believes in equality, is part of its Vanguard: fearless soldiers that keep the demons at bay. When the crystal holding their dome—a remnant of the goddess Ilona—suddenly fails and throws the city into chaos, he’s among the brave ones sent beyond the walls to chase a shard of the Aetherion, a sentient energy that could save or destroy them, pulling him into a treacherous wasteland where survival is always beyond reach. The flawed gods resurface, their inevitable end drawing near, scheming and weaving promises to manipulate oblivious mortals into their power plays. But gods and men don't mix easy, and alliances tend to fray, turning friends to foe in a heartbeat as blood of both mortals and divine beings are spilled. Out there, Aric finds the enemies closer than anticipated, truths in his blood he never wanted, and each ally he makes, becoming casualties of enemies he can’t outrun due to the power hidden in him. And as the realms are on the brink of annihilation, Aric must face the truth: sometimes, the greatest threats comes from those who have sworn to protect. Loss after loss builds Aric, altering his perception of the world, as he loses his moral tether, transforming from a man to something else. When an Obsidian Rift is about to release an ancient evil from their earthly prison, gods and mortals rally to make one last stand. Will Aric save the realms—or will he be the fire that consumes it all? ******* If you love narratives where the MC becomes the villain and the hero, then this book is for you. ******* Book on hiatus
Echo_Drift · 11K Views

Ex wife Getting her life back is isn’t easy

Helen settled in the living room, the silence heavy like an unwelcome weight. The only sound in the room, the soft ticking of the wall clock, reminded her that time was going—time she no longer wanted to count. Her mind a mist of thoughts, she subconsciously followed the edge of her coffee mug, her fingers fluttered slightly. None of the questions gnawed at her throughout the long, sleepless night could be answered. \n \n She had only arrived from the hospital early that morning. The doctor's words pulsed in her mind like an unusual symphony: *You're pregnant, Helen. Your baby is now. The child was not anybody's kid. This offspring was Jack's. She ought to have felt something, should have been elated, but she did not. No happiness came from the news. Not today at all. Not after everything that had turned out. For months now, Jack had withdrawn. At first there were minor indicators—forgotten anniversaries, the sudden late work hours, the missed phone calls. But everything changed when she discovered the lipstick on his shirt collar, the one that was not hers, the one she was sure didn belonged to anyone he worked with. He didn't even attempt to hide it. Though he was not one to be totally truthful either, Jack was not one to fib. \n \n The door banging wide open disrupted her thinking. \n \n Jack's fists clenched at his sides in the doorway, his face red with fury. Once warm and love for her, his eyes were now cold and free of any compassion. "Helen," he howled, his voice cutting, "I want a divorce." The words stung her as a slap to the face. The way she felt she knew everything came undone was as if the planet moved below her. Her stomach turned and her heart pained. Things were not meant to be like this. Her trust, her love, her dedication she had provided him. And still, here he was saying she is over. Jack waited not for an answer. His eyes on hers, he tore into the room. He appeared more furious than she had ever seen him. "I'm seeing Jane," he snapped out, as though he had just revealed a new line of sneakers. Your worst enemy. the one who really knows how to make me happy. Helen is better than you. She is more sensitive, finer, and more affectionate. She truly pays attention when I speak; not like you." \n \n Helen's throat clenched as she fought to consume the lump of bitterness rising inside her. Jane? The idea of it made her stomach turn with a combination of shock and treachery; this very same Jane with whom she had been loved for years? How might Jack accomplish this? How could he betray her with the one person she trusted most? Jane wasnuggested completed. "You at most can't give me a child," he went on venomously. "I maybe do not even know why I am still here. For years you have been infertile. I must not continue living like this. I need someone who can provide me the future—someone who can fulfill me. Helen blinked, his words piercing her heart like stings. She opened her mouth to talk, to justify herself, to describe how she had exhausted every means to conceive, but the words caught in her throat. It was pointless. Jack had his mind fixed. Already left, he would not change no matter what she said. \n \n Her lips released a cold, derisive laugh, a hushed sound that sounded like it echoed all over the otherwise quiet room. "You believe it is that simple?" she said, her voice full of feeling trembling. "You believe you can simply discard everything we have developed because you found someone else? Simply younger, simply prettier, simply someone who can give you children?" Jack's eyes stiffened, his jaw set, and he walked a step toward her. Absolutely. Whenever first person pronouns are used in sentences, I respond. I have had it with you, Helen. There is no need for me to justify myself. Simply sign the documents. It has come to an end.
Osagie_Aromose · 2.3K Views
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