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Douluo:Ibong Adarna: Rise of the Phoenix Clan

Synopsis: What happens when the "God of Soul Masters" is not a hypocrite hidden behind "Hidden Weapons," but a Sovereign who rules through the absolute logic of the Flow? Lakan Diwa, a master of ancient martial arts and alchemy from Earth, is reborn into the Douluo Continent. Carrying the spirit of the Adarna Phoenix and armed with the Eyes of the Origin God, Lakan sees the world for what it truly is: a decaying system of arrogant nobles and a "Hero" whose path leads to the stagnation of an entire civilization. While Tang San preaches "justice" while hoarding secrets and practicing double standards, Lakan builds an empire of Meritocracy. He doesn't just cultivate; he innovates. From the Eight-Gate Overdrive to the Octagon Prison, Lakan redefines what it means to be a Spirit Master. He will not sit by as the "Grandmaster’s" flawed theories ruin generations. He will not allow a "Sea God" to freeze the progress of the world for ten thousand years. The Era of the Hidden Weapon is over. The Era of the Sovereign has begun. "Tang San, you speak of 'protecting the weak' while you build weapons that can only be wielded by the elite. You call me a tyrant? I am the one who gave the commoner the 'Flow' to defend himself, while you gave them a needle in the dark." "The 'Grandmaster' claims there are no trash souls, only trash masters. A beautiful lie used to chain geniuses to his mediocre theories. Look at your student, Xiaogang—you didn't choose him for his soul; you chose him for his bloodline. Your hypocrisy is the only 'Theory' you’ve perfected." "In your future, Tang San, the world stagnates under the weight of your 'Divine' ego. In my world, we move. We evolve. We flow. I am not here to join your story; I am here to burn the pages." Hey guys, first time writing. I've read a lot of Douluo fanfics before, so i'd like to try my own. It's a mix with Filipino ancestry, such as anitoism/animism etc. Hope you like it.
I_AM_LAKAN · 376k Views

Dual Cultivation: Gathering SSS-Rank Wives in the Cultivation World

« MATURE CONTENT » I was supposed to check my stats. Instead, I checked my sins. One scroll through the system notifications and I realized I’d made the dumbest, hottest, most catastrophic mistake in cultivation history: [Heir Conception Confirmed: All three blessed wives have been Impregnanted.] [Gestation: 3 months. Offspring inherit 50% divine bloodline + maternal elemental affinities.] [Legacy Skill Unlocked: Imperial Seed – Children born at Core Formation minimum. Twins/Triplets chance +70%.] Translation? I bred the maid who poisoned me, the archer who swore she’d never kneel, and the ice queen who hadn’t even been kissed… in one night. Now they’re all carrying little demigods—and Heaven just flagged me as Calamity Incarnate. I wanted a quiet moment to breathe. Heaven handed me a countdown. 3… 2… 1… The sky split like a bad promise. Tribulation clouds boiled over the horizon, rings within rings, and every ring had my name carved into it. Lightning didn’t just flash—it wrote scripture across the firmament, every stroke a sentence: Zhao Tianlong, Calamity Incarnate. And behind me, three heartbeats answered in perfect sync. "Husband, stand back; you should save your energy to fight us in bed..." I glanced at the notifications again, just to suffer. [Heaven’s Will: Surveillance Active. Concealment: Impossible.] [Designation: Catastrophe-Grade Variable. Tribulation: Immediate.] [Bonus Condition Detected: Three Heroines Pregnant. Difficulty Multiplier: x10.] [Note: Heaven disapproves of speedrunning destiny via breeding.] "H-husband, why is the sky thundering..." "The clouds seem to be darkening with concentrated Qi." "It's like it is spreading across the land to take you on, Tianlong." I almost laughed. Almost. My naive wives, they can’t see how the clouds look beautiful, like a beautiful woman. "Hah… I make fountains out of heavenly beauties with my thing," I spat, a chuckle forming while getting disgusted, cute, lovely glares from my heavenly wives. "So if even Heaven itself dares to spread her legs at me, all she’ll do is scream louder," I said, lifting my middle finger towards the sky with a grin that almost ruined my hot husband image in front of my wives. "Tch, perverted bastard... I will just fight." "Ahem, yes, standing beside him might corrupt me." "H-husband... I-I will go fight too... you are embarrassing me..." They stepped beside me—left, right, and one half a pace ahead. Unaware that their sway of hips and jiggles of melons were too distracting. "...." I could only look at three of my beauties, thinking how they are different than last night, but again it appears I might have to corrupt them more. "So, shall we begin the journey of Dual Cultivation?" No NTR, No Yuri
Idiocrat · 1.2m Views