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Cultivation: I Signed in with the Talent of an Immortal at the Start

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[Cultivation] + [Cautious/Steady Development] + [Keywords] + [Longevity] + [Sign-In] + [Fast-Paced] (New book launch! I am not the original author of this book, just translating. The original author is Ai Chi Gan Shao Hong Yu De Lou Ying) Han Xuanji transmigrated to a cultivation world and discovered that everyone in the cultivation realm is extremely competitive. For someone like him with no talent, no resources, and no background cultivation is incredibly difficult. Fortunately, he activated the Sign-In System. As long as he signs in at places filled with Dao resonance, he can receive all kinds of rewards. Signing in in front of the Patriarch’s statue, he obtained the keyword: [Talent of an Immortal]. [Talent of an Immortal]: A term used in the cultivation world to refer to those with top-tier talent. You possess immortal spiritual roots far superior to heavenly spiritual roots. You have full attribute compatibility and are suited to practice any cultivation method. Signing in at the Dao Transmission Stele, he obtained the keyword: [Extraordinary Comprehension]. Signing in at the Pill Refining Hall, he obtained a bottle of supreme-grade pills. Signing in at the Sect’s Treasury, he received a chest of supreme-grade spirit stones. While others bitterly cultivate and clash with demonic cultivators, Han Xuanji slacks off and checks in daily within the sect. All kinds of spiritual pills, divine weapons, and peerless techniques are at his fingertips. In short, Han Xuanji just lies low within the sect. As for going out to explore and adventure? Only fools would do that! P.S.: This is a "cautious cultivation" novel. The protagonist focuses on development and doesn’t act arrogant or slap faces.
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Sold to the Dark Wing

Humans are nothing more than servants in the glittering, cruel society of the winged Seraph. When a human offends them, the punishment is simple: be sold. Evangeline, never thought her own family would betray her. But when her sister committed the unforgivable, offending a seraph, their mother offered Eva in her place- without hesitation. Cast aside like unwanted trash, Eva is paraded before the Seraph nobility to be claimed. No one wants her. Until he appears. The Black Wing. The only Seraph whose feathers are not gold or silver or white, but midnight black. Feared. Cursed. Whispers say every human he has ever taken has perished. And yet, he chooses her. Dragged into his world of shadows, Eva becomes the obsession of a man everyone else fear and despises. He is possessive, merciless, and dangerously seductive. And while her family prays she will be destroyed... Eva begins to wonder if the true danger lies not in his black wings- but in the way her heart betrays her whenever he draws near. Can she ever survive this game of fate? **** The candlelight quivered against the cracked walls of the old inn, shadows twisting like restless spirits. Eva froze as he wasn't suppose to be here! Hades sat in the crimson chair, his presence consuming the air, thick and suffocating, as if the world itself had bowed before him. Swirling the red liquid in his glass, his bright purple eyes never left the shadows, yet he knew she was there before she moved. "Who is it this time?" His voice was a low rasp, curling into the room like smoke, tying her stomach in knots of fear and something darker. Eva forced her pulse to slow, telling herself not to back down. But when his hands rose from the arms of the chair, a shiver ran down her spine. "You aren't supposed to be here," she gasped, as he stood impossibly fast. His black wings unfurled, stretching wide, enveloping her, pressing her to his chest as though he claimed her before she could claim her own breath. "Why?" His lips curled into a wicked, sharp smile. "So I won't discover you running off with that useless boy?" "I didn't—" "Of course, because he's dead." His words cut like a blade, delivered with the certainty of a god reading an open book. Eva stumbled back, pressed to the wall. "You've lost your mind! You didn't kill him—" "Why shouldn't I?" His voice dropped to a growl. A single finger traced the fading red mark on her neck. His eyes snapped with fury; the air itself shivered. He leaned forward, lips brushing her skin, teeth grazing flesh in a possessive bite, erasing another's mark. "He dares," Hades hissed, deadly and low, "he dares touch what belongs to me. A fool. Bold enough to place his lips where mine already mark her." Eva's chest heaved, terror and desire entwined so tightly she could barely breathe. His wings tightened, dark and unyielding, and she realized escape was no longer an option, and perhaps, she didn't even want it. "Don't forget, dear," he murmured, lips grazing her ear, "I've bought you. You're mine now. And I don't like to share."
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